Blessed are they who seem to know That lip reading is difficult and slow.
Blessed are they who shake my hand And write notes to help me understand.
Blessed are they who seem to me When I'm lost in a group of two or three.
Blessed are they who take time out To explain to me what they are talking about.
Blessed are they who are patient and kind That gives me comfort and peace of mind.
Blessed are they who have smile. That makes my life more worthwhile.
Blessed are they who make it known By faith in God's promises: I'll not walk alone.
Blessed are they who understand As I journey to that city "not made with hands."
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