We're each of us special created by God,
We're loved and we're cherished by him.
He'd like us to kneel at the foot of the cross,
So we could be washed of our sin.
Now when we look at people just who do we see,
Is it losers we treat with disdain?
Or do we see lost sheep who just can't find their way,
And with compassion lead them home again.
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