My Miracle

My miracle happened when
I was born in this world
In one disabled body
With limited world and motion
Where hardship?s a way so common.

My miracle happened when
God called out my name
To read life between the lines
To hear His voice in dire frustration
And feel with the helpless and alone.

My miracle you see
Is not in events nor happenings
That seem spectacular or grand,
It came in little, baby steps
And in the people who gets blessed?

By God?s little miracles in me:
That in my weakness He is strong
All my ?walks? He carry on,
And many see Him in my frailty
Many praise Him for what I?d be.

So if only for that and no more
There?d be no chance to ever walk
It?s fine by me so long as mine?s
A life where they see God in it
With arms they know they have a friend in,
I think it?s all worth it.

May 21,2000
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