His crippled legs deceive him
As he struggles to stand up tall,
His tiny hands won't obey
As he tries to catch a ball.

He tries to find another way
To make us understand,
When his tongue cannot say the words
That his precious mind demands.

He doesn't want our pity,
He only wants his place.
For in his shining eyes we see
God's plan won't go to waste.

by Stacy Bayne