June’s Service Of Celebration

To my Disabled Child

If I could only tell you my sweetest child,
For child you are, despite your adult years,
Of how your mother’s love surrounds you always,
Bound as it is with sorrow bitter tears;
Now I have sensed a special bond between you
Unknown to most, the richest, purest love,
I think you'd know, God’s child, for so I deem you,
How great your value is to the One above.

Wisdom

When other parents claim with pride
‘A’ Levels for their shining young,
We are silent while we think of one
Who has reached not even the lowest rung.

Our dearly—loved ‘disabled’ one
Has never done the E1even-plus
The teachers called her ‘challenged’ 
‘She’s not intelligent like us’.

She struggled hard with two and two
And wept when faced with three and three. 
With less than average I.Q.
She never met geometry.

This clever world swings loudly by, 
A puzzle to her, all her days, 
But there’s still work that she can do 
Protected from life’ s complex ways.

And there are times when she does seem wise. 
One night, when safely tucked in bed 
She told us, with a dreamer’s eyes, 
I felt God’s hand here on my head!