There are some kids at camp this week suffering from a degenerative disease that keeps them wheelchair ridden and only gets worse with age... and it breaks my heart. They are such amazing people, and they've been through so much. Tears flood my eyes as I write this. Earlier, I was thinking a lot about it, and I wrote a song... kind of my thoughts. These are my thoughts.
I just gotta be brave
gotta make it through today
pushing through the pain of being different
and though some may stop and stare
some walk away in fear
some saying nervously, "how are you today"
Lord, I know you give me strength...
to fight it all away
wear a smile on my face
live a life of praise
even when my arms are too weak to raise.
to notice all that's good
appreciate the little things
takes away a little angst
from being so unheard, a title undeserved.
That's the cry I find
resonating from those confined
in situations undefined
by who they are
and it breaks my heart
breaks my heart.
Those are all the words, though the exact order and repetitions of the paragraphs have not been laid out.
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