All God's Children

by Bob MacWilliams, © 2003

Flocks of kids cross the playground—
I stay on the corner by myself.
I love my friends, and my teachers
But sometimes I need a little help.

The lights, the noise, the disappointments—
They toss my body like a shell.
But a guiding hand, strong and gentle—
It helps me more than I can tell.

Helps me.

Some people think that I'm a problem
Because nature gave me a special style.
But take my hand and I'll reward you
With a glimpse of my rare and tender smile.

The grownups talk about priorities...
Why can't I be a priority too?
And they talk of God and morality,
But if there's a God, he loves me too.

Loves me.

The final bell, and Mom is waiting...
I like to balance on the wall.
I'm so big now, I can do it by myself,
If you're there to catch me when I fall.

I'm gonna grow strong in the sunlight.
There are a thousand things that I can do.
And if there's a God that loves all children,
I know that God loves me too.

Loves me, loves me, loves me.

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