Daryl Musick, artist
Strange
He’s always been a
little strange;
Folks say he’s rather
odd;
He talks to someone
they can’t see;
He says he talks to
God.
He’s forgiving those
who hurt him;
He turns the other
cheek;
He gives away ’most
all he has;
But people say he’s
weak.
He would never sue a
debtor;
He helps him pay his
debt;
He’d walk a mile or
two with you;
You’d never hear him
fret.
He’s friendly to
those others hate;
He never counts his
loss;
But he lived life to
the fullest, then
He died upon a cross.
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