HEAVEN’S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

Hello to all my fellow Special Education majors, as this semester progresses and classes keep getting harder, I pulled out an old poem my dad used to say to me as a child when I had questions about my uncle and why his cerebral palsy caused him to be different than us. As an adult, I now know he is not different he just accomplishes the same things in a different manor.  But every night I am up late doing a paper for an education class, or getting frustrated about a grade I refer back to this poem which helps me remember that in a couple years, the grades and schooling won’t matter, only what I apply from my education to help these very special children succeed and how special of people it takes to really make a difference in these children's lives. As I continue on with all my work, I have no doubt in my mind I chose the right major for me, I cannot wait to see what this major has in store for me and I know all of this hard work will show in the end! Hope this finds you all well and brings you all peace and comfort during this difficult semester as well. Also, this poem is very old so please excuse the fact that it is not written in person first language and/or some of the word phrasing.

HEAVEN’S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

A meeting was held quite far from Earth!

It's time again for another birth.

Said the Angels to the LORD above,

This Special Child will need much love.

His progress may be very slow,

Accomplishments he may not show.

And he'll require extra care

From the folks he meets down there.

He may not run or laugh or play,

His thoughts may seem quite far away,

In many ways he won't adapt,

And he'll be known as handicapped.

So let's be careful where he's sent,

We want his life to be content.

Please LORD, find the parents who

Will do a special job for you.

They will not realize right away

The leading role they're asked to play,

But with this child sent from above

Comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they'll know the privilege given

In caring for their gift from Heaven.

Their precious charge, so meek and mild,

Is HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD.

by Edna Massionilla