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Help Me, Oh God
My son has epilepsy.
They say it with such calm.
Can't they see that I am near despair?
Four seizures in a week.
They called them all "Grand Mal".
How can they talk as if they do not care?
I couldn't understand him.
His speech was indistinct.
He chewed his tongue and so his words were slurred.
My baby child, so desperate.
My boy, still looks to me.
I'm sorry son, right now my eyes are blurred.
Jessica,
Please know my heart goes out to you and your son. My hope and prayer is that he gets the best in medical care. I know he has your love and that will be of help and comfort. I could sense a call for help in your poem and you have turned to the right source - God!
Helen
Oh Jessica, I am so sorry. My heart goes out to you, and my prayers are with you and your son.
Tricia
I will ask that your son be put on our prayer list. It is truly a helpless feeling when a child looks to you for help and you don't have the answer. But we do have an advocate, the Great Physican, that hears and answers our prayers, so we are not completely helpless are we?
You have mine, my friend!
Jess, This breaks my heart. You and your son will have my prayers each day that I go to God,I know for a fact that he hears my prayers.He answers them daily.Later,Joyce/Spanky