A Special Instrument Of His Great Love
Posted: Thursday, September 03, 2009
by David Pekrul
A few years ago I attended the funeral of a man who had been in a wheel-chair all his life and lived in a group home. He was severely handicapped and needed constant care. He was a person that most able-bodied people would either feel pity for or simply ignore.
These people were happy. They were smiling and greeting each other with a love that I have not seen in many years. And the love and respect they had for the deceased man was incredible. I formed a new appreciation for these wonderful people. No more did I see their infirmities; now I saw their wonderful spirits.
This poem is dedicated to them.
A Special Instrument
Look at me with loving eyes,
Or look at me with scorn,
Look at me the way you like,
For how I have been born.
I may not be six feet tall,
With blonde or wavy hair,
I am just a human soul,
And trapped within this chair.
I may not have graceful form,
And I may twitch about,
But I am made by God divine,
Of that I have no doubt.
He has special plans for me,
And things that I must do,
Many great and wondrous things,
Until my days are through.
Look at me the way you like,
But through my God above,
I'm a special instrument,
Of His great truth and love.
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Top-level comments on this article: (8 total)Good poem Dave, it touches the heart.Thanks David.I came to understand that God's ways definitely are higher than mine, and why He made people with such hardships, I'll never know. But they are still His creation and He has a purpose for each of us.
I enjoyed your poem very much. As David said it touches the heart.Thanks Linda. We can always learn from others. All God's creation, no matter our physical condition, is wonderful.
Great Poem and observations! MarijoThanks, Marijo. I love watching people, wherever I am. Sometimes, like this one, I learn great lessons.
ABSOLUTELY beautiful David. Well done!Thank you so much, Brianna. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I love writing about what I observe and learn, and this was truly a learning experience.
This is a great article and poem. I often play music (mainly bagpipes) at funerals and it's such an honour and a privilege to witness this last celebration of peoples lives. We can learn so much about life just being at funerals. You really capture that feeling and inspiration in your article and poem. Thanks for writing it. I wrote an article on my blog with a video yesterday called "How will you die? "and will put a link to this article on it if thats ok with you.Thanks for your article and for the link, Sean. I've only been in the funeral service industry for a couple years (my retirement job), but it has truly been a learning experience for me.And thanks for joining my fan club.
Wonderful poem, David. Deep and insightful, it's a lesson for all of us.I certainly learned a great lesson that day.
Wow! Moving poem..We may be able or disable, God can use each one of us in a unique way to show who He is.. Thanks for sharing the poem.. :-)Thanks for reading and commenting, Janet. Much appreciated.
What a beautiful poem! In its simplicity with such great depth, you've reminded us that God does not look at us as do some of our fellow men. What a glorious day it will be when we all can see the soul and the heart of others and disregard the container in which they are housed.We can all look forward to the glorious new body Christ has promised us in Heaven.Thanks for commenting, Grammy Guru.
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