Tim could not recall his mom, he didn't know his
dad;
His life was always shuffled 'round, he was a
troubled lad;
His years upon this mortal world had only totaled
five,
At times he'd slept upon the street, he'd barely
stayed alive;
They
found him yes, when he was two, hiding in a
box,
He had a bag of jelly beans and several colored
rocks;
They didn't know how long he'd been living on his
own,
They only knew he looked a mess, they couldn't find
his home;
He
clutched a tattered dirty bear, its name was quite
unique,
He said his bear was "Uzzy boy," to us the name was
Greek;
Y'see Timmy didn't speak a lot, his words were very
few,
He often cried, "I wan my om," but no one had a
clue;
His
time was spent in foster homes, he wasn't treated
well,
His life was kicked from place to place, it was a
living hell;
His parents, on the other hand, had searched for
Tim in vain,
They thought Tim's life had ended, their lives were
wrought with pain;
They
used to laugh and play with Tim, he even had a
cat,
He had a bear named Fuzzyboy, a plastic ball and
bat;
One day the cat went out the door and headed down
the street,
Tim followed "Kitty" close behind with tiny naked
feet;
The
rest is not important, little Tim was lost,
It must have been so cold that night, the morning
grass had frost;
As time went by, little Tim was traded to and
fro,
His life was so unstable and all he heard was
"No!"
Christmas,
yes, was here again, a time he would abhor,
He knew he would be moved again, of this he was
quite sure;
At five, Tim had but just one friend in whom he
could confide,
That little friend was "Uzzyboy," his one and only
pride;
As
Christmas day grew ever near, the papers all got
signed,
Soon Tim would be adopted, he hoped they would be
kind;
Every time he'd changed his home, he saw it in
their eyes,
They started off by acting nice, it was a proven
guise;
The
time for their arrival would be on Christmas
morn,
The time that Christ the Savior came, the day that
he was born;
If miracles could ever be, he prayed that he might
find,
A couple that would hug him tight, he really
wouldn't mind;
His
foster parents cleaned him up, but took away his
bear,
That tattered rag would have to go, they really
didn't care;
Tim cried inside, his throat grew sore, that bear
was his best friend,
Little Tim was all alone, his heart may never
mend;
Then
came a shallow knocking sound from just outside the
door,
It was the social service girl, the one he'd seen
before;
She gripped his hand and held it tight and Tim
began to cry,
She held him very tenderly and tried to dry his
eyes;
She
was there when Tim was found, she knew his story
well,
She finally found a mom and dad, a pair that
wouldn't yell;
His future mom and dad had sent a package tied with
string,
Tim would eye it carefully to see what it would
bring;
Then
all at once his eyes welled up and tears began to
flow,
The precious present he'd unwrapped caused his face
to glow;
The ride was long, the car was warm, the
destination near,
His heart was pounding furiously, the future so
unclear;
And
now the car began to slow, his confidence had
grown,
The place where they had stopped and parked was
like a place he'd known;
There were those stairs of painted wood, they even
had a cat,
The social lady rang the bell and then he spied the
bat;
A
plastic bat was hung against the door above a
sign,
He really couldn't read just yet, he knew he would
in time;
And then he heard them running hard to open up the
door,
They picked him up and squeezed him tight, they
loved him that's for sure;
And
then Tim thought to thank them both because it was
so right,
for giving him an "Uzzyboy" to sleep with him that
night;
The mother fell upon her knees and asked," What did
you say?"
Tim said, "Thanks for Uzzyboy, I lost him once
today!"
And
then her tears began to flow, as father grabbed his
heart,
They said this was a miracle, that God had done his
part;
The social lady stood in awe, then dawned a
glorious thought,
That she had just united them, with one whom they
had sought;
Then
mother screamed, "I yov you Tim!" That took him by
surprise,
He recognized that baby talk, and recognized her
eyes;
And then the spirit filled their souls, old
memories came anew,,
"Thank you Lord," they humbly prayed, "that thou
hast blessed us too."
