I’m Glad I’m Me Poem by Michael P. Johnson

My face is ugly so they say
With movements rather odd
Yet on my knees I still can pray
That I may please my God

Although quite deaf and almost blind
To some it seems absurd
Yet deep inside my quickened mind
Can understand God’s word

I’ve learnt to use my shrivelled arm
I give each day my best
For God inside I’ve hidden charm
Though which I’m more than blessed

I’m wide awake within my chair
I’m glad that I am me
I’m glad the love, God had to share
Has set my spirit free

I’m free to sing to dance and play
To see with perfect sight
Living for Jesus night and day
Within this ream of Light

My wheelchair’s fine when all alone
I think of those who die
I pray the lost with hearts of stone
May turn to Christ on high

If I were born an able child
I’d fear to suffer loss
I’d fear content in running wild
I’d fail to find The Cross

For though my flesh is far from well
My body’s not that sound
Yet deep inside this broken shell
Lives one who’s Heaven bound