I see that you are handicapped…

I see that you are handicapped…
I bet you’re wondering what I mean by that.

You have all your fingers and all your toes…
The five senses, you have all of those.

I on the other hand cannot see…
And yes, I know, you feel sorry for me.

But save your sorrow for another day…
My heavenly Father made me this way.

He chose me to spread His Holy word…
Because of my blindness, so many have heard.

Now let’s get back to your handicap…
It’s your vision, I’m sure of that.

You see with eyes everyone you meet…
You look them over from head to feet.

But you could see so much more…
If their outer garments you could ignore.

I’m not influenced by their skin, clothes or hair…
Do their shoes match their purse, I just don’t care.

Tattoos and tongue rings you can’t help but see…
Sometimes it’s good to be blind, like me!

Their home, his car, her jewelry box…
Surely, they don’t wear black shoes with white socks.

You judge at first, by what you see…
I am blessed because that never happens with me.

I see others with my heart, it’s true…
I judge them by what they say and do.

I challenge you, my sighted friends…
To let go your handicap, begin again.

Turn a blind eye to skin, clothes, and hair…
And your life will be blessed beyond compare.

Lisa ShearinJan. 27, 2006