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Don't Laugh at Me
by 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. Genesis 9:6 by Joyce C. Lock Glimpses of God This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
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