Heaven's Very Special Child

Got this forwarded poem from my friend Jackie Ranit who is a wonderful teacher of children with special needs ...

Heaven's Very Special Child

A meeting was held quite far from earth.

"It's time again for another birth."

Said the angels to the Lord above.

"This special child will need much love."

His progress may seem very slow

Accomplishments he may not show

And he'll require extra care

From the folks he meets way down there

He may not run or laugh or play:

His thoughts may seem quite far away

In many ways he won't adapt

And he'll be known as handicapped

So let's be careful where he's sent

We want his life to be content.

Please, Lord, find parents who

will do a special job for you

They will not realize right away

The leading role they're asked to play

But with this child sent from above

Comes stronger faith and richer love

And soon they'll know the privilege given

In caring for this gift from heaven

Their precious charge, so meek and mild

Is heaven's very special child.

Comments

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