A young boy sat down as he could not walk
Looked up to the man with whom he talked
Why Dad, he asked in his small boyish way
Why can't I run around and be able to play?
The man's eyes clouded and he could not see
He prayed that a cure would set his son free
His boy had polio which crippled his leg
Each day to the Savior, in prayers he would beg
As the new dawn crept over the sky
The father would massage him even though he'd cry
For hours he'd rub for one year and a half
Until one day the man burst into laugh
Like a miracle his young son started to walk
To the sad mother it came as a shock
From that day the child never kept still
Hopping and jumping even though he was ill
