In the stillness of my daily prayer,
I carry a burden I cannot bear,
For my child, with a face unique and rare,
I bow my head in silent despair.

Born with features that society shuns,
In the eyes of many, my child’s face stuns,
Yet in my heart, a love so pure,
For this precious soul, I endure.

Each day, as I lift my voice in plea,
I grapple with sorrow that grips me,
Believing that in my child’s suffering,
God’s love and presence are still buffering.

I watch my child, so brave and true,
In a world that can be harsh and askew,
His smile, a beacon in the darkest night,
A testament to strength and inner light.

Though sadness lingers, faith holds sway,
In the darkest hours, in the dimmest day,
I believe that God, in His infinite grace,
Embraces my child in His loving embrace.

In the face of judgment, I find resolve,
In my child’s courage, problems dissolve,
For even with a face that’s deemed different,
His spirit shines bright, a beauty resilient.

May my prayers be a shield in the storm,
For my child, so unique, so warm,
In his suffering, may he find peace,
In God’s love, may his pain decrease.

So I pray each day with a heavy heart,
Hoping for healing, a fresh start,
Believing that even in his unique form,
My child is cradled in love, safe and warm.