The Nobody Boy

Poem By Timothy Heaton

Twisted, fighting self,
His spirit imprisoned here.
He will soon be free.

Blind, deaf, soiled, and lame,
His mind is slow and darkened.
His soul is brilliant.

A miracle awaits,
His shackles will fall from him.
An angel is revealed.

Serve him as he serves,
Given to teach men to give.
In disguise he lives.

Suffering will end,
In awe that God can restore,
My joy overflows.

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