Will You Speak For Me? Lyrics

Teresa Smith, formerly of Crossed Hearts, sang the tender "Will You Speak For Me?" (as written by husband David Smith), from the perpective of an unborn child. It is a fragile-but-forceful performance. Will You Speak for Me? Words and music: David C. Smith If I could for the words, I would say How much I long to see the day When I can laugh and sing and be Who I am being formed to be But here I cannot say a word My voice will only go unheard Yet in my heart this questions burns Will you speak for me? To a world where I am The least of its problems The least of its worries I am the least of these Mom, I know something is troubling you When your heart races, mine races too But as you decide what you should do Will you speak for me? To a world where I am The least of its problems The least of its worries I am the least of these Some say they just don't have the time I'm out of sight and out of mind Maybe you're the voice I've hoped to find Will you speak for me?

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My song, MY ADOPTED SON, is

My song, MY ADOPTED SON, is so dear to my heart. John and I had two children and had miscarried five when we made a decision to adopt while still trying to have another child naturally. We were told that the wait was well over four years and since we already had a boy and a girl we probably would not be selected for adoption. We did the home study and signed the final papers. During the course of the home study we decided that we could take any child under five years of age and with most any disability. Our case worker told us we should hear back in about two weeks if we were being disqualified... otherwise we should plan on a three to four year wait. Well... twelve days later we got a call from the case worker. We were broken hearted since we thought we were being disqualified but it turned out we had been matched up to a little four month old baby boy. Sitting in the office looking at his photo I wondered how this child could have been born to anyone else. He just seemed like he was one of our children. The case worker told us that his natural mother was only fifteen years old and her parents had taken her to a clinic for an abortion when she was six months pregnant and had finally been unable to hide the pregnancy any longer. After being prepped for the procedure, the Dr. decided that the young girl was in too risky health to proceed with the abortion. The baby had then been slated for adoption but when he was born there had some mess up with the paper work and the adoption was delayed. By the time all the papers were complete, it was found that the baby had some medical condition. No eye contact, rigid and screaming when touched. The family that had been set to adopt him decided they could not. Several months passed while the doctors tried to figure out what was a root of the problems. Now the baby was being matched up to us and as we sat in the office we were told that there were six or seven possibilities for what might be his prognosis and several of the possible ailments could kill him by the time he was six or seven years old. I remember thinking of the five babies we had lost during pregnancy that I had never known and I sat there and said, "I can accept six or seven years." Two days later, we took our new son home and named him Steven Robert. That same week I realized I was pregnant with what would be our fourth child who would be twelve months younger than Steven. It turned out that Steven was very autistic. Raising him was a challenge to the entire family but his presence in the family was such a blessing and so wonderful We all learned so much, especially patience. And, as God would have it, one of the biggest blessings to Steven was his little sister who always encouraged him and gave him the courage to try to things he otherwise could not have done. God is so great and He is so good! MY ADOPTED SON tells the story of Steven's adoption.

Lyrics to MY ADOPTED SON: A

Lyrics to MY ADOPTED SON: A lady called to say, a baby boy was on his way But his mama was so young she couldn't keep him. And the reason why she phoned was to find the child a home. It didn't take us very long to say, "We'll take him." A gift from heaven we had long been praying for. And that's the way that you become our little boy. You're neither flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone But still somehow, you are my own. You did not grow within my womb. The good Lord sent you from above. And I do love you, my adopted son. I never will forget the day, when the lady called to say Are you ready, cause today you'll meet your son. You were so little lying there with your head so full of hair. Your Dad and I were oh so very proud. And God in Heaven knew you'd need some company So He sent you to our loving family. You're neither flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone But still somehow, you are my own. You did not grow within my womb The good Lord sent you from above. And I do love you, my adopted son.