Saturday, June 27, 2009

Children of God

There's a girl that sits right next to me; I don't even know her name,
And there's the boy who takes the trash out, that's his only claim to fame,
And there's the girl who won the science fair with her homemade lightning rod
They, too, are Children of God,

And there's a boy who eats his lunch alone with a NASCAR magazine,
And there's a kid, who draws whole comic books that no one's ever seen,
And there's a girl who tried for three years, but never made the cheering squad,
They, too, are Children of God.

It doesn't matter who their friends are,
It doesn't matter what clothes they wear,
It doesn't matter how much their parents make
Or the way they wear their hair,
Every one of them has a person,
They keep bottled up inside,
Every one of them has a story,
They often feel they have to hide,

And the new car belongs to a kid, whose dad left his family to be free,
And the girl who laughs too loud at jokes has bruises you can't see,
And the kid who aces every test is afraid you'll see a fraud,
And they, too, are Children of God.

So remember when you see them, before you simply write them off,
Before you sneer when they annoy you, before you ridicule and scoff,
That every one of us lives deep behind our elegant façade,
And we all are Children of God.

It doesn't matter what color your skin is,
It doesn't matter who you choose to love,
It doesn't matter where you come from,
Or how you worship God above,
For every one of us is beautiful, and every one of us is flawed,
And we all are Children of God.

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