The Soul Within

Crippled, blind, disfigured, lame,
Dismissed for being unlike others,
The simple-minded folks, the same,
A waste of space, a worthless bother.

If only they'd look beneath the skin
And see God's love in the soul within.

Their gifts of warmth, affection, love,
Can teach us all of Him above,
In His own likeness they were made,
In humble manger He was laid.

He did not ask for wordly fortune,
And does not judge by looks alone,
To Him we all have equal worth,
And are His treasures here on Earth.

When we look beneath the skin
His beauty is in the soul within.

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