He is my child.
He is so precious, innocent, and mild.
He was born to me.
He has a- Disability.
There are times I cannot reach him.
And I don't know what to do.
He is "hurting" - and I "hurt"
too.
It is difficult for him to express what he would
like to say.
And I ask the Lord to take the pain away.
For with my child- he is going through a Phase.
And I hold on to better days.
As I Pray For Him
I Pray For Him copyright c Doris Washington, December
1999. all rights reserved.
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