A Deaf Mother’s Prayer
By Anne Powell
Lord, I’ve never heard my baby cry,
Or laugh and gurgle as most mothers do.
I’ve never heard him say “Daddy”
Or “Mommy, I love you.”
I’ve never heard him sing the songs
He learned in Sunday School
I could not hear when he stood so proud
To quote the “Golden Rule.”
Each night before I tucked him in,
We knelt together there.
I held him close and kissed him,
But I couldn’t hear his prayer.
Now my son is all grown up.
He’s preaching for You, Lord.
He’s winning souls and helping folks
And teaching them the Word.
On earth I’ll never hear his voice
But I’ll not be distressed.
For in my heart I know, Lord,
Your way is always best.
when You come to take us Home
For all eternity;
The glorious sounds of Heaven
Will be twice as sweet to me!