| Don't Laugh At Me |
| 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. |
| © 2003 by Joyce C. Lock |
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