My Special Child's Wheelchair is Like My Patience
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2025
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