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