TEACH ME TO COPE>
How do I cope Lord, when people I meet, have crippled hands or twisted feet,
Or eyes that are blind or clothes not so neat,
My mind betrays me, I don`t know what to say
Autistics, spastics, all need their place, to live out their lives as part of our race,
Why is it then I feel so disgraced,
When I see twisted bodies or a distorted face.
Is it my guilt because I am whole, help me to look in the depths of my soul.
Deal with my fears , cast my aversions aside,
Let me realise these people still have their pride
Most deal with their burdens as best as they can
Life still is precious despite its demands
Give me the strength to overcome fear,
Of unknown problems, make my mind clear,
Allow me to help Lord, to give people hope,
And above all things Lord, please teach me to cope.
JW Feb 97