Lord I am deaf in right ear and left,
And this keeps me apart and
bereft,
Since Your messages I cannot
hear,
I come, but it’s as if I’m
not there;
At times, kind people signed
words for me,
And I am thankful for eyes
that see,
But often when signers are
not there,
I am left to myself, in
despair;
Lord place Your hand on me,
if You will,
I know there’s healing in
Your touch still:
Caring ones have brought me
here to You,
Knowing exactly what You
can do.
Lord my speech is
nothing but garble,
To speak well, I just am not able,
To attend Your meetings, I can walk,
But it makes no sense when I do talk,
At times I’m asked on paper to write,
That I can do for I have good sight,
But when paper becomes a bother,
I become hindrance to some other;
Lord place Your hand on me, for You can,
I’ve followed caring ones
here to You,
I know exactly what You can
do.
Amen!

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