IN THE NAME OF BECKY

 

I’ll never see Paris or Rome

Or have a mansion for my home

But the longer I live it matters less

I go nowhere requiring a designer dress

I can’t end poverty or give the masses what

they need

But I believe in the magnitude of small deeds

You don’t have to be rich or shine like a star

Take care of yourself, love who you are

You may not have legs, you may be old and sick

It’s never too late to make things tick

Don’t ask why God allows hunger or hatred on our streets

Child, you are God’s hands, you are His feet.

We don’t have to reach thousands to make our mark

Push until light cracks the dark

You are precious, worth more than you see

For this is the only one of you there will ever be

People create life but kill with words best left unsaid

That’s why we walk where angels fear to tread

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