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Two Cripples
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!
