"It's time again for another birth."
Said the Angels to the Lord above,
"This special child will need much love."
Her progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments she may not show
And she'll require extra care
From the folks she meets way down there.
She may not run or laugh or play
Her thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways she won't adapt
And she'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where she's sent
We want her 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 stonger faith and richer love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from heaven
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
