Silent Hands
Author: Sandra L. Brooks
Can you hear me?Listen, not with your earsBut with your eyes.To you they speak,My silent hands.Hear me tell my tale.Hear me sing my song.Learn my language,My beautiful native language.Hear my hands,Hear my music and story.Learn my language.Speak to me with your hands.Share my beautiful language.Hear my silent hands.We have a tale to tell,A song to sing.Open your eyesAnd hear me speak.I Hear Your Hand
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Hey there, friend, you've got a handHelp me see what you said to meDon't hide your handMy ears are closed I cannot hearBut we can share the world, don't fearJust lend a handLend a hand, and I can show youHow to sing words in the airYou can share my world of silenceThere's so much I want to shareI'm reaching out to youThere's so much we can doBefore I knew I walked with youUntil the day you turned awaySee what I sayThe world that you are hearing nowIs the same world that I seeReach out your handI hear your handLend a hand and I can show youHow to sing words in the airYou can share my world of silenceThere's so much I want to shareI'm reaching out to youThere's so much we can doYou call me Deaf but I can seeBirds singing, breezes in the trees and children laughMy world is lonely without youJust look at me and smile and clasp my hand in yoursLend a hand and I can show youHow to sing words in the airYou can share my world of silenceThere's so much I want to shareI'm reaching out to youGod can make dreams come true.Beatitudes for Friends of the Deaf
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BLESSED ARE THEY THAT SEEM TO KNOWthat lipreading is difficult and slow.BLESED ARE THEY WHO SHAKE MY HANDand write notes to help me understand.BLESSED ARE THEY WHO KNOW I LONGto hear voices, music and songBLESSED ARE THEY WHO SEEM TO SEEwhen I'm lost in a group of two or three.BLESSED ARE THEY WHO TAKE TIME OUTto explain what they are talking about.BLESSED ARE THEY WHO HAVE A SMILEthat makes my life more worthwhile.BLESSED ARE THEY WHO MAKE IT KNOWNby faith in God's promises, I'll not walk alone.BLESSED ARE THEY WHO UNDERSTANDas I journey to that city "not made with hands".