I once had a child, who sang

I once had a child who danced

She laughed and cried and spoke sweet words

She prayed, she thanked, she thought and she loved.

The world didn’t know, what to make of this child

Reactions were very strong.

Some laughed, some cried, some just turned away

Some just stared and wondered who is this child?

She was a special child, a giving child

She gave all that she had.

Her songs were foreign, her dances all modern

Her laughter, her tears and her words were all mixed

Her prayers and thoughts were jumbled

Her “thank you” was often quite silent

But her love, her love was so strong

and needing, not always kind.

But always there

She needed a friend.

Someday she hopes the world will understand,

She is our special child, like no other.

Maybe they’ll learn her language

Maybe they will like her style

Maybe they will be willing to learn

the kindness and innocence and joy

of her LOVE.

Maybe they will know who she is.