Her progress
may seem very slow,
Accomplishments
she may not show
And she'll
require extra care
From folks
she meets way down there.
She may not
run or laugh or play
Her thoughts
may seem quite far away:
In many ways
she isn't adapt
And she'll
be known as handicapped.
So let's be
careful where she's sent
We want her
life to be content.
Please, Lord,
find the parents who
Will do a
special job for you.
They will not
realize right away
The leading
role they're asked to play
But with this
child sent from above
Comes a stronger
faith and richer love.
And soon they'll
know the privilege given
In caring
for the Gift from Heaven.
Their precious
charge,
so meek and
mild
Is Heaven's
Very Special Child.
Edna Massimilla