Staking His claim
Disabled people Can often feel worthless Because we Don’t bring Home the bacon We are not productive According to the world We go slow When we do move And after such movement Rest is not A choice It’s a necessity Upkeep Is expensive We need help Even if We don’t ask Making friends Who love you For who you Are is a gamble With not the Best odds You tell Yourself daily To stop fighting Yet you wake up In a cold sweat If you don’t. You tell Yourself Don’t explain And then Give them Some life Lessons They didn’t Ask for Necessarily You tell Yourself lies Daily because The truth Stings with The pain Of a thousand Fire ant bites Jesus Guard my Heart and tongue Because vile filth Can emanate From places Where only Love is To remain I belong To you Not the World That only Seeks to destroy What the Father Has staked His claim On Me