My Special Needs
Forgive me, Lord, I'm so inclined
To linger and to lag behind.
My will is weak, but even so,
My desire is strong; I want to grow.
Please help me, Lord, to make my life
Improved, as mother and as wife,
But make me mainly meek and mild,
For I want to be Your humble child.
Give me character and confidence.
I need some knowledge and some sense.
Now that I'm aging I ask of Thee
A little spark each day of memory.
Discernment would be oh so nice,
Maybe half as much as Jesus Christ.
Then, Father, I want to hear Your voice
Help me make the proper kind of choice.
I have, dear Lord, a special need
The desire now to want to read
That may sound strange to just uncover;
Could dyslexia have been discovered?
This has been secret, my great fear,
To struggle with for all these years,
And then You came and gave to me
The gift of writing poetry.
You've been good to me my whole life
There's so much I want to say to you,
Now I know that You will not stop here,
That's why I trust You without fear.