Half or Whole

You know, it’s hard to understand how something like this could happen to me

I’m a good man who has always provided and taken care of my family

In a blink of an eye, tragedy struck, something broke, let loose, snapped

Shaking my head in dismay as I hear the final word…’handicapped’

Although I’m grateful, I’m thankful to be alive,

but frustration sets in as I wonder how am I going thrive.

As I lay here, family and friends gather to visit me.

Upon each of their faces; it’s faith, and trust in You I see.

Half a man, half a person is still all I can think.

Until the day your word is shown to me…that missing link

Better to make it to heaven with just that half of me.

Than to find my whole self in the opposite, eternally.

So if I get out of this bed before my time is up

Even with only one eye, and one arm, I have to lift up.

That’s what reminds me that as long as I serve You my King

You will carry me through and Your praises I will sing.

By Amy Blount 2019

Inspired by a true story, a heavy heart, and a scripture…

Matthew 5:29-30                                 And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.

And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.

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