In the shadows of my child’s pain, a silent cry resounds,
Deformities in his hands, a burden that astounds,
Feeling forsaken by God, a heavy weight to bear,
I kneel in prayer, seeking solace, reaching out in despair.

Each day, as the sun rises and sets in the sky,
I lift my voice in prayer, tears streaming from my eye,
For my child, enduring in silence, his hands deformed,
Hoping for God’s deliverance, a promise to be transformed.

In the quiet moments, in the depths of my soul,
I seek refuge in faith, in a hope that makes me whole,
Praying earnestly for relief from his suffering,
For a future bright with happiness, where joy is buffering.

His hands, marred by deformities, a source of his pain,
A challenge he carries, a lifelong strain,
Yet in his spirit, a resilience shines through,
A determination to rise, a strength so true.

I pray for God’s mercy, for His healing touch,
To alleviate my child’s suffering, to mend what feels as such,
To show him a path to joy, to a life replete with light,
Where his burdens are lifted, his spirit taking flight.

Beside him, I stand, a pillar of strength and love,
Embracing him tenderly, seeking comfort from above,
For in his struggle, I see a beauty so rare,
A soul so pure, a spirit that dares.

So I pray each day, with a heart full of love,
For my child to find solace, to rise above,
To know that in his deformities lies a story of grace,
A journey of courage, of hope, and of embrace.