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This Ability

Rema T. Das

Weak and meek I be One Deepika
legged; helpless Dull and
impaired There’s no
chance of glee Burdened
with despair.

They laughed at me
For weak and meek I be
‘Special’ was l addressed
One leg; my speciality
Won’t there be a healing
Touch, O Lord! I cry to thee
Won’t you unload me
of my agony?

My Lord then, came to see
How meek and weak I be
He stitched me bit by bit
Sought the trust in me
A ray of hope He lit

Profound faith and care He gave
The trust within could save
The Lord did then command
Rise up and run my son
For now have you been healed
No more you are weak undone
Then to Jis mercy I kneeled

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