Don't
Laugh At Me
(Allen Shamblin/Steve Seskin)
I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
'Cause I've got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep
I'm that kid on every playground
Who's always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin' to overcome my past
You don't have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm the cripple on the corner
You've passed me on the street
And I wouldn't be out here beggin'
If I had enough to eat
And don't think I don't notice
That our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone cross that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
And right now I'm down to holdin'
This little cardboard sign...so
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Homelessness
is something that affects all of us today.
Imagining a person rummaging through the garbage
for food, sleeping on park benches, covering
themselves with newspapers to keep warm, are not
pretty things. These pictures don't fit our image
of a "perfect" country. They don't
conjure up an idea of wealth, orderliness or
granduer. They do, however bring to mind the
current state of our wonderful nation.
"America
the beautiful", "Home of the free and
the brave", home of the right to choose, the
right to speak, the right to vote... AND the
right to live on the streets with no one to care
and no where to turn. Imagine, a society where
everything is free unless it makes someone else
uncomfortable.
We close our
eyes as we pass them knowing that when we are
past, we don't have to turn around and
acknowledge that they are even there.
Our country
spends millions of dollars each year feeding and
clothing the homeless children and families in
other countries. On TV you see ads encouraging
you to "adopt" a child. To send money
once a month to help a poor child receive food,
education and clothing. When was the last time
you saw an ad asking you to help take care of a
child in our own country? I can't ever remember
seeing one. Instead, we duck our heads and keep
walking, pretending we don't see, pretending that
we are untouchable.
What would
you feel if next week (month, year) you were the
one being passed by? I would feel ashamed,
humiliated, embarrased and worse than all
those... alone. Alone in my society, my city, my
state. Abandoned by my fellow citizens, my
friends, my neighbors, my president.
If you can't
find it in you to do anything else for these
people, please won't you find it somewhere in
your heart to say a prayer for them? God wants us
to love one another. He didn't put stipulations
on that love.
Father God, I
pray that somewhere today, someone in need of the
food, clothing and shelter that I so often take
for granted, will be given a hot meal, clean
clothes and a warm soft bed. Please enclose these
people with your love, and even if they don't
recognize You, be their guardian. You have said
in your Word that when I give unto the least of
my brothers, I give unto You. Help me to heed
that scripture today and everyday.
In Jesus
name, Amen.
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