Two
cripples entered the church one day; Crippled ‑ ‑ but each in a
different way; One had a body, strong and whole, But it sheltered a
warped and twisted soul.
The
other walked with a halting gait But his soul was tall and fair and
straight! They shared a pew. They shared a book. But on each face was a
different look.
One was
light with hope and joy And faith that nothing could destroy. The other
joined not in prayer and hymn, No smile relaxed his features grim.
His
neighbor had wronged him, his heart was sore, He thought of himself and
nothing more; The words that were read from the Holy Book Struck
deafened ears and a forlorn look.
To one
came comfort ‑ ‑ his soul was fed. The other gained nothing from what
was said. Two cripples left the church that day Crippled ‑ ‑ but in a
different way.
A
twisted foot did one body mar, But the twisted soul was sadder far!
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