My miracle

My miracle happened when
I was born in this world
Disabled in one body
With the world and limited movement
Where the difficulties of so common.

My miracle happened when
God called my name
To read life between the lines
To hear his voice in frustration terrible
And felt the helpless and alone.

My miracle is seen
It is not the events or happenings
That seem spectacular or great,
E 'come to little, small steps
And the people who is blessed ...

With little miracles of God in me
That in my weakness is strong
All my "walks" He continues to live,
And many see it in my weakness
Many praise for what would.

So, if only for this and no more
There would be no chance of ever walking
Good for me so long as to my
A life where you see God in it
With arms they know they have a friend,
I think it's all worth it.

May 21.2000