I shall have to think again, LORD,
I shall have to work it out,
How to live my Life, LORD,
YOUR Help I shall get ~ no doubt.
The initial thoughts that I had,
Will not work I know,
Unless YOU make a Miracle,
And another leg I grow.
Confined now to a wheelchair,
My Right Leg amputated at the knee,
A Muscle Disease and a sprained left forearm,
Makes life more difficult for me.
I am not ready to be nursed
In permanent Residential Care,
For I wish to be a Free Spirit,
Of that YOU are aware.
So how do I prepare myself,
To live as I wish to do,
From a wheelchair ~ two foot off the ground,
With constant Faith in YOU.
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