This is
the day the Lord has made; we shall be glad and
rejoice in it. Psalm 118:24
A Crippled Boy's Prayer
A little boy sat all
alone in a wheelchair
He was watching all the
other kid's run and play
On his face I saw a look
far and distant
With trembling voice I
heard this little boy say
They say you must be born
again to enter heaven
Walk the straight and
narrow way on this earth
I don't seem to
understand all the
reasons
I've never walked since
the day of my birth
Will I be a Crippled Boy
in Heaven
Will my wings refuse to
sail through the air
Lord I know the way I am
is for a reason
But will I be a crippled
boy up there
His eyes were closed
His little face turned
toward heaven
Will my life there be the
same
I heard him say
Through tears of joy his
face lit up
And I knew he had found
the answer
He turned to me
And then I heard him say
I won't be a crippled boy
in heaven
I know my wings will sail
through the air
I can and run and play
with
All the children
I won't be a crippled boy
up there
I won't be a crippled boy
in Heaven
I know my wings will sail
through the air
I can run and play with
All the other children
There will be no crippled
boys up there