Dedicated to all those beautiful
people who are bound, for whatever reason, in a
wheelchair.
Look at
me with loving eyes,
Or look at me with scorn,
Look at me the way you like,
For how I have been born.
I may not
be six feet tall,
With blonde or wavy hair,
I am just a human soul,
And trapped within this chair.
I may not
have graceful form,
And I may twitch about,
But I am made by God divine,
Of that I have no doubt.
He has
special plans for me,
And things that I must do,
Many great and wondrous things,
Until my days are through.
Look at
me the way you like,
But through my God above,
I'm a special instrument,
Of His great truth and love.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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