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Array ( [sid] => 31238 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Praised Dissability [time] => 2004-01-10 04:26:16 [hometext] => This poem is about the life I was forced to live, one of having to face life being deaf! (true story) [bodytext] => I came into this world assumed to be whole,
searched for a fault but none would hold.
But little did they know of a certain dissability,
this I carried with me, the burden of inaudibility.

I didn't speak or answer their calls,
they only realised I was deaf at the tender age of four!
Countless operations I had to undergo,
only to get, "Sorry we'll have to try again tomorrow."
I went through this life with a certain acceptance,
"Hey, at least I can hear a few words of a sentence!"

I always rejected the plea's of a hearing aid,
knowing then that my social sphere would eventually fade.
I kept my friends close to my side,
but never once, about my hearing, did I confide.
I never once told of my dissability,
fearing from them the rejectivity.

I had so much blame towards my God,
allowing it to fester and grow on my heart.
Never was I blind, I always could see,
but dear Lord why I'm I deaf, is it a sin you saw in me?

Slowly as the years went by,
I learnt some traits on how to use my eyes.
I learnt to lip read,
watching the words from your mouth released.
Life became easier as I grew older,
probably because my heart had frosted colder.
I wallowed in my pit of despair,
I couldn't hear a word they were saying and they didn't seem to care.

Years went on by as I learnt to live with this life.
But in the back of my mind I always prayed,
That I would be blessed with complete hearing one day.

Little did I know that that day would come sooner.

Standing in a small lounge,
around me formed a firm strong crowd.
They placed their hands upon my ears,
then I let go of all the painful years.
We prayed that night to God so loud,
that in the end I fell to the ground.
Before my eyes I could see a light,
God was telling me it would be alright.
I believed Him, and my life changed forever that night.

A simple month later I got back my tests,
"Your hearing is better than normal, it sitting at the very best!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying to me,
had God done this miracle of answering my plea?

Now I know why God allowed all this for me,
so that I can be here with a powerful testimony.
One of love, faith and hope,
that in you pain God will always help you cope.
All my life I searched for a scientific answer,
never turing to the one true Master.
What was IMPOSSIBLE for a doctor to heal,
became POSSIBLE for the true God,
the only one who now has been proven real!

Thank - you Jesus!

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My Praised Dissability

Contributed by MissTea on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 04:26:16 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I came into this world assumed to be whole,
searched for a fault but none would hold.
But little did they know of a certain dissability,
this I carried with me, the burden of inaudibility.

I didn't speak or answer their calls,
they only realised I was deaf at the tender age of four!
Countless operations I had to undergo,
only to get, "Sorry we'll have to try again tomorrow."
I went through this life with a certain acceptance,
"Hey, at least I can hear a few words of a sentence!"

I always rejected the plea's of a hearing aid,
knowing then that my social sphere would eventually fade.
I kept my friends close to my side,
but never once, about my hearing, did I confide.
I never once told of my dissability,
fearing from them the rejectivity.

I had so much blame towards my God,
allowing it to fester and grow on my heart.
Never was I blind, I always could see,
but dear Lord why I'm I deaf, is it a sin you saw in me?

Slowly as the years went by,
I learnt some traits on how to use my eyes.
I learnt to lip read,
watching the words from your mouth released.
Life became easier as I grew older,
probably because my heart had frosted colder.
I wallowed in my pit of despair,
I couldn't hear a word they were saying and they didn't seem to care.

Years went on by as I learnt to live with this life.
But in the back of my mind I always prayed,
That I would be blessed with complete hearing one day.

Little did I know that that day would come sooner.

Standing in a small lounge,
around me formed a firm strong crowd.
They placed their hands upon my ears,
then I let go of all the painful years.
We prayed that night to God so loud,
that in the end I fell to the ground.
Before my eyes I could see a light,
God was telling me it would be alright.
I believed Him, and my life changed forever that night.

A simple month later I got back my tests,
"Your hearing is better than normal, it sitting at the very best!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying to me,
had God done this miracle of answering my plea?

Now I know why God allowed all this for me,
so that I can be here with a powerful testimony.
One of love, faith and hope,
that in you pain God will always help you cope.
All my life I searched for a scientific answer,
never turing to the one true Master.
What was IMPOSSIBLE for a doctor to heal,
became POSSIBLE for the true God,
the only one who now has been proven real!

Thank - you Jesus!





Copyright © MissTea ... [ 2004-01-10 04:26:16]
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Re: My Praised Dissability (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 04:34:41 AM AEST
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Oh my, This is a true story?? Wow....I like the wordings, makes you feel the emotions lying underneath. Very good flow and the story is really touching you are a very strong person, a model idol for ppl with lost hopes...

Anne


Re: My Praised Dissability (User Rating: 1 )
by gus on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 06:44:31 AM AEST
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This is really uplifting, moving and positive...great


Re: My Praised Dissability (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 07:15:02 AM AEST
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wonderful write...and yes with God all things are possible...I am so happy for you more that you found his love and can now hear the angels singing his praises

Shari


Re: My Praised Dissability (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 09:23:15 AM AEST
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BRAVO! BRAVO! MISS TEA....This was a wonderful story, and great poetry....a rose I throw to your feet! Wonderful descriptions, and pain felt, loss, and grief...I'm so glad you shared all that with us, and I know that He is pleased too!
I'm so glad you can finally hear, and what beautiful poetry you have written without any fear!
Wonderful Miss Tea, just splendid!
lovingcritters
ConSue Good for you!


Re: My Praised Dissability (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Wednesday, 14th January 2004 @ 01:49:40 PM AEST
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Miss Tea I know a little of what you wenr through. I lost my sense of smell from a wartime crash in the RAF (Not nearly so bad as loosing sight or hearing which came back in a few days) but enough to really appreciate it being restored many years later.

But not like your experience. Oh yes, I was heavily involved in our local church (running the scout troop) but never asked God for anything for myself.

A wonderful poem, my heart lept when you
were blessed. I think I will have to re-write one or two of my more cynical poems.

bob




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