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Don't Laugh at Meby Joyce C. Lock
I'm God's little miracle, born into a world of sin.
Though life can be cruel, I get by as best I can.
My heart is so tender. My hopes are in you
To tell me who I am, to guide what I'll be.
My load is heavy, not at all like yours.
Though I may falter, don't close the door.
Created like God, a soul, don't you see?
You laugh at Him when you laugh at me.
Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed:
for in the image of God made he man.
by Joyce C. Lock
Glimpses of God
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