When I tell people what I do as a job their reply is often, aw it takes a special person to do that job which is a lovely thing to say but my reply is the special people are the childrens parents, we go home at 3.45 and are able to have a rest. They rarley get the help they need/deserve , dont really know what a rest is and everyday put their heart and soul in to doing the very best they can......their only flaw is none of them seem to realise their own worth. This poem is so very true. A meeting was held quite far from Earth! Its time again for another birth. Said the Angels to the LORD above, This Special Child will need much love. His progress may be very slow, Accomplishments he may not show. And hell require extra care From the folks he meets down there. He may not run or laugh or play, His thoughts may seem quite far away, In many ways he wont adapt, And hell be known as handicapped. So lets be careful where hes sent, We want his life to be content. Please LORD, find the parents who Will do a special job for you. They will not realize right away The leading role theyre asked to play, But with this child sent from above Comes stronger faith and richer love. And soon theyll know the privilege given In caring for their gift from Heaven. Their precious charge, so meek and mild, Is HEAVENS VERY SPECIAL CHILD.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 10:12:25 +0000
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