In the quiet of my anguish, a heart heavy with woe,
As I hold my child, with a face that sets them apart, aglow,
Born with a deformity, a unique path to tread,
I grapple with sorrow, feeling a sense of dread.

Heartbroken and filled with sorrow, I question in the night,
Has God turned away, out of sight,
Leaving my child to face this trial alone,
In a world where acceptance is scarcely shown?

Each day, my prayers rise like incense in the air,
Beseeching for guidance, for a burden to bear,
For my child’s relief, for their happiness to bloom,
To lift them from suffering, to dispel the gloom.

In the silence of my prayers, in the depths of my plea,
I seek God’s light, for my child to see,
That they are not abandoned, never alone,
In His embrace, in His love, their spirit to be shown.

Through the veil of tears, I find strength to believe,
In a plan unseen, in the grace I receive,
For my child, with a face that’s not like the rest,
Deserves love, deserves joy, deserves to be blessed.

So I pray with conviction, with a heart that yearns,
For God’s guidance to help my child discern,
That happiness awaits, relief from their pain,
In God’s mercy, their spirit to reign.

In the midst of heartbreak, in the depths of despair,
I hold onto hope, in a fervent prayer,
For my child, with a deformed face to bear,
Deserves happiness, love, and care.