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The Cripple who Dances
When I was young
I laughed in the sun
I splashed in puddles
from the rains.
But tender I was when torn
from trust
my innocence stripped away.
I crawled on fear
like broken glass until
I could walk no more;
Crippled, I lay a whimpering mass
despairing—
begging at death’s door.
Sun or rain my days were bleak,
glaring like hospital light
so antiseptic I became
it sponged from me
my very life.
Until...
Jesus took my hands.
I let mine drop in His,
and soft he called, “beloved”
“My lovely one—LIVE! And trust again.”
“Jesus,” I said, “I am so scared.”
He told me, “Do not fear.
And when the pain heaves in waves
and gales reel your breaths away—
Be Still! Be not afraid.
I, I AM, is here.”
And so He taught me to walk again
and laugh in the only Son.
Sorrow’s tears, He wipes away
and joy falls fresh as quiet rain.
The once cripple can stretch her
limbs to stand erect and tall;
the child who crawled on broken glass
trusts and lives
to dance!
~aa, February 9, 2001
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