The stares
The glares
The twisted faces
That I get
When I go All places
Just cuz I don't have hair
Doesn't mean
I'm not a person
So dont you dare
Make fun of me
I could be blaming God
Him I could be cursing
Instead I follow Him
All my days
Trusting Him with whatever
Comes my way
I'm thankful for my family
And my friends
That treat me normal
I'm sorry if I'm
Shabby dressed
I may not look formal
People aren't their looks
This is what I want to stress
That even the best
Of the best
Are still sinners
It's what they are
On the inside
And if by God's law
They abide
Then truly these
Are the winners
You go Calli & the whole Derstine family. I would have to say that when you all have hair again - you will never have "a bad hair day". Keep your eyes upon Jesus - Look full in His wonderful face; And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory & grace.
ReplyDeleteI like that one alot. Have you ever considered trying to publish any of your poems before?
ReplyDeleteI rapped that to Uncle Joe. He laughed (at me!)... but it's a great message!
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