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They may not even be well-dressed;
They may be shy and be disabled,
But for His purpose they are blessed.
God uses many kinds of workers-
The gifted and the slow of mind.
Each form of life is for his purpose-
The halt, the lame, the deaf, the blind.
Our world has many types of people
Who are involved in many things;
And who are we to classify
The attribute each person brings?
The simple faith of a retarded child
Can stir in some a brand new start,
A pair of crutches- like a magic wand
Can melt the hardness of a heart.
A blind man's cane, as it gently taps,
Can be a magnet to extend
A helping hand, a voice of cheer,
A chance to love and be a friend.
Don't ever think there is no reason,
For handicaps upon the earth,
God's special workers are often those
Who are disabled right from birth.
Still, aren't we all imperfect beings?
We suffer ailments, trials and woes.
And every person has some disorder---
The only difference-- on some it shows.
Though flesh be weak--and spirit strong-
Amid each burden that some may bear,
According to the Lord's great purpose,
All types of people His glory share.
A wheelchair or a set of braces
Are often instruments of peace,
In everything God works for good
His wondrous kingdom to increase.
- by Edna Massimilla