I used to cry out in anger and pain and question the Lord above....
I didn't know why I have this Lord please help me understand why this thing called Dyspraxia holds me in its gripping hand....
I need your help Lord I'm begging you please tell why you have me fall and drag me to my knee's...
Why I can't run like all others do ...
Why I can't talk sometimes when I really want too...
Why all the other kids can spell and wright things I just can't even when I try with all my might....
Why do they tease me Lord for what I try so very hard too do.....
Forgive me Lord for questioning you I but I just don't understand....
Why I want to cry all the time and hide....
Then one day you gave me the most precious gift of all you handed me this life Lord you put him in my hands....
And as he grow I came to understand Lord this child is just like me....
Why must you make him struggle Lord and drag him to his knee's...
So I fought and fought to for him so he didn't have to be like me and struggle so fiercely....
And now I know Lord he will be stronger and do better then I ever did...
He's my knight in shining armor he's such an awesome kid.........
Now I say think you Lord I finally understand no one would have fought for him as fearsly as I did....
Now when I fall I dust off my pants and know Lord that you stand by my side....
Thank you Lord for my Dyspraxia so my son doesn't have to hide...
copywright PJackman
