Face In The Crowd
Walking down town, through the business district,
people all around us makes us feel,
we're just one of them.
Somebody insignificant.
Somebody common.
Somebody whom people doesn't care.
Just another passer-by, another face in the crowd.
You are not.
Each of us,
we are who we are,
and that itself, makes us special.
Maybe somehow,
you don feel you've man's approval.
That's cause you're probably too good to be true.
I'll say this once, and I'll say it with conviction.
Daddy God sees you different.
Daddy God sees you unique.
Daddy God sees you like none other.
And he's smiling at you now saying "Son, I Love You"
1 comments:
yeah. we're not alone. actually, no one is unless they hide themselves so well and so deeply. and we gotta help them find themselves!
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