The Man with the deformed hands
Happy as he could ever be
Everyone posing queries to him
How he could ever be so happy
They couldn't see he was happy to be
Unique and different to all others
A stamp of light everyday he lived
While loneliness carved his heart out
Pieces at a time
And nobody saw him losing his war
The Man with the deformed hands

jack-jenkins

The Man with the Deformed Hands

Jun 6, 2026

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alyssa-underwood

Poignant write, Jack! As someone with a deformed hand and foot, these verses have often brought me great comfort and joy even through the sorrow of it:

"For You created my inmost being;
    You knit me together in my mother&#8217;s womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    Your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in Your book
    before one of them came to be."
~ Psalm 139:13-16