Seeing Triumph Midst Pain
Labeled as special, he’s handsome son to behold
Exuding pleasant confidence, boyishly bold
Oh, heartwarming countenance as smile does unfold
Cheering with his thumb-up sign; “I’m now twelve years old.”
His sign-language milestones, though sometimes uncontrolled
Keep us grateful to God Who grants with hundred fold
Like his brand new wheelchair dazzling in yellow gold
Making him zoom around our loving home’s threshold.
Seeing his triumph against growth pains manifold
We praise the Lord for His care and grace that uphold
Healing him midst seizure bouts we have been foretold
Strengthening our faith, guarding us from being cold.
*Psalm 107:8 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
June 3, 2021
3rd place, "We see what we want to see" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Daniel Turner; judged on 6/9/2021.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2021
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