Such bitter tears they say I cried
Without a single sound
The wind was cold I almost died
The night that I was found
They found me lying on the ground
The snow was crisp and deep
They wondered why I made no sound
So small and fast asleep
A child abandoned in the street
It seemed I wasn’t planned
Just covered by a flimsy sheet
They failed to understand
Though mute! This life was not unkind
Though deaf! I can’t complain
Though love yet failed, I wasn’t blind
My life was not in vain
Although I tried I’d always fail
I even tried in crime
I thought of God while lost in jail
And found Him just in time
I thought to me He wouldn’t come
A fool who’d tried to die
But there I knew though deaf and dumb
The Lord had heard my cry
I praise my God from deep inside
In Christ I now rejoice
So pleased, my tears I fail to hide
I know He hears my voice
I love to praise my Lord and King
Especially in a crowd
Though no one else can hear me sing
To Christ! My song is loud.
Michael P. Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-can-hear-me/
