Oh, Lord, why must he suffer so?
It breaks my heart each time;
His brain decides to seize,
Even though he'll be fine.

 He fought the battle of learning,
With courage and success;
But now with all these seizures,
His life is still a mess.

His seizures aren't understood,
By the people who are around;
They don't like the jerking,
They don't like the sounds.

His brain it quits working,
His head must rest a while;
The thoughts in his mind,
Must all be refiled.

He can't speak for a time,
And he doesn't understand;
When I try to help him out,
He can't grasp the plan.

  

But, Lord, You have the answer,
And for him I know it's good;
But I wish You'd clue me in,
So Your plan I understood.

The surgery did not work,
Although I truly believed;
So You must have another plan,
For You know how much I grieve.

I trust You, oh my Lord,
To do what's best for him;
If the seizures do not end,
His future's looking grim.

I will keep on praying,
And trusting You to care;
I know Your love for him,
Goes beyond what I can share.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2013