Her hair was pushed back from her face,

her eyes a bit apart.

She didn't have the best of looks,

but love was in her heart.

She didn't wear the nicest clothes,

she slurred most every word.

The other kids would laugh and joke

and thought her ways absurd.

One day a peer had joked of her -

just where she kept her broom.

So after that she cried alone

in dark and lonely room.

The life she knew was so unfair.

Oh, why were movie stars -

all living under spotlights, awed -

in fancy clothes and cars?

Oh, why are they so popular

and why, have they, the fame?

Because they're cute and glamorous

in life's most cruel game?

She questioned God in all her prayers

and begged for answers too.

And then in tears she asked of me -

so now I'm asking you...

Just why do we discriminate

against God's special child -

this one who's only innocent,

so loving, meek and mild?

Why buy expensive tickets to

a movie or a show?

Why throw our money down the drain

and to 'rock concerts' go?

Why do our pleasures matter so?

Why is it "me, me, me"?

Why do we listen to ourselves

but not her humble plea?

Sometimes we are like movie stars.

We stand around with drinks.

We laugh, believing life's a joke.

I wonder what God thinks...

Why don't we help the least of these

before today is done?

Our lives won't be rewarded 'til -

we find God's special one.

You'll find her crying all alone

next to a pool of tears.

She's praying that you'll find her there -

and has been many years...