Slight the man who gave his all
brought the moon down to earth
made all the stars fall.
Cheat him of wholeness
and what you promised him,
because in his gutter he'll find himself
and a king for all men.
The arms that held you
and carried the weight of your dreams
are reaching skyward now
to a greatness unseen.
When his wounds needed cleansing
you offered your cure,
but what saved him was the blood of the lamb
who was pure.
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. || Mark Twain
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