Your eyes look right past me.
You can’t begin to see
The gift that I am,
The treasure I could be.

I’m not what you imagined.
I’m not what you had planned.
Can’t you see that I’m a blessing
Held in God’s sure hand?

Too big to be carried,
With a troubled history,
Won’t you take a second look?
See the heart that cries its need?

I’m not an easy case,
You can see it on my face,
I may bring heartache to your life,
Will you trust in God’s good grace?

You want a little one,
Who hasn’t learned to run.
But once you’ve gained my trust,
Can a greater prize be won?

You want a healthy child.
One with a happy smile.
Please don’t pass me by.
Won’t you go that extra mile?

I’ve had so far to roam
I’ve forgotten how to hope.
Whatever else I am,
I’m a child without a home.

Patricia Burlison


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