Oh what a joy if I could be
Freed from my disability
To stand and walk upon my own
A dream to me till now unknown
How long, dear Lord, shall I exist
Amidst this pain that does persist ?
I grow so tired of being strong
And for some peace I ever long
I am content and know my place
Expecting soon one last embrace
Forgive me Lord, tis true You’ll see
What e’er will be, it’s fine with me !
Claire V. Bogdanos 