The
Need
A
Deaf Child's Prayer
Do
the angels sing in heaven, Lord?
Will I hear music there?
Or must I stand in a corner,
While others join in prayer?
Will
I wonder what they are saying, Lord?
Like I often do down here?
Must I sit still and be patient,
While the bells ring loud and clear?
Can
I read your lips in heaven, Lord?
Or will I be brushed aside?
Will I hide my hands in my pockets,
Because of wounded pride?
Will
the saints all stand to praise Thee,
While I sit in silence wait?
Will there be someone in heaven,
To lead me through the gate?
Do
you know Sign Language, Lord?
Will you fully understand
The words that I convey to you
By nimble and swift hands?
Will
an angel be there to interpret,
And tell me what You say?
Or will I wait 'til
someone points the way?
And
God who loves the humble,
Whispered into the anxious ear.
"My child has no one told you,
There is no deafness here."
"Hold out your hands my little one,
For heaven all to see."
"We've heard them pray so many times.
Each prayer reached up to Me."
"See, all the angels are waiting.
The gate is open wide."
"Your crown of life is waiting.
And I shall be your guide."
"I have a song to give you,
Your song will be loud and clear."
"Your song of praise my deaf one,
Will be the sweetest song up here."
Author unknown
Thoughts
of a Deaf Child
My
family knew that I was deaf
When I was only three
And
since then, fifteen years ago
Have never signed to me.
I
know when I'm around my house
I try and use my voice
It
makes them feel more comfortable
For me, I have no choice.
I
try, communicate their way
Uncomfortable for me
My
parents wouldn't learn to sign
Ashamed or apathy?
I
never cared about the sound
Of radios and bands
What
hurts me is I never heard
My parents signing hands.
by
Steven Belitz
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