To
each His Own
I
cannot change the way I am,
I
never really try,
God
made me different and unique,
I
never ask him why.
If
I appear peculiar,
There's
nothing I can do,
You
must accept me as I am,
As
I've accepted you.
God
made a casting of each life,
Then
threw the old way,
Each
child is different from the rest,
Unlike
as night from day.
So
often we will criticize,
The
things that others do,
But,
do you know, they do not think,
The
same as me made.
So
God in all his wisdom,
Who
knows us all by name,
He
didn't want us to bored,
That's
why we're not the same.
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