God's Decision
A deaf man would sit along the bay each day.
He couldnt hear anyone, but could hear birds singing away.
One day I wrote on a paper, how is that so?
He answered back listen, from your heart real close.
He closed his eyes and placed his hand on his chest.
Then turned to me and signed, if I could hear that?
I opened my eyes after my big surprise
I heard music playing from birds in the sky.
He then knelt close and said these words to me
God decides what he wants each of us to see.
He wasn't deaf just had trouble hearing
Everyday peoples disguises of what they chose to believe in.
Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2018
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