The blind.



The blind.

I have sat in a wheelchair all my life. There has to be something better for me in sight. When's my time to go? I will not need a wheelchair, I know. I will be in a place that doesn't have any tears or fears. I can run and jump for the rest of my life. There can be three below. But your new body does not feel the cold. The next time we meet, I will be healed, and then we can run and jump in the fields. That day will come, and I will be filled with joy. I will meet you all, my friends, and they'll take me by the hand. We will take a walk because I can. I think the Lord put me here for a reason. I feel sorry for some of the people who can walk. Some of them are worse off than me.

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I am in a group home disabled in a wheelchair and it cannot walk.

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Written on January 22, 2024

Submitted by Dianejean57 on January 22, 2024

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  • Mr.G
    Another beautifully written poem. I feel bad for you, but I am so glad to read your outlook at what lies ahead, that's exactly the way I feel. I have had one encounter with Jesus where He let me feel about 15 seconds of His pure love go right through me. I cannot even put it into words what it felt like except to say that I felt a love like no other in every cell of my body. So God is real, and never doubt that, and that day will definitely come when you will be completely healed. Right now you are fulfilling a mission for Him, so just continue until He calls you home. 
    LikeReply3 months ago
  • Dianejean57
    Sometimes you got to believe in the Lord.
    LikeReply8 months ago

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