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The worth of souls is great in the sight of God. Every last one of us. |
| individual worth I look around this room and see The hope of years surrounding me Children with their mischief smiles Crayola portraits stacked in piles Ages different, spirits wild Unique is every single child That doesn't change when they are grown Each one will change the world alone By every soul their hearts can touch With love or hate; They matter much. It won't be easy as they grow To keep the purity they show But just a few will keep that light And lift the world from endless night Each child has seeds of heroes brave We can't know now whom they will save But we know we can lift and share To teach these children how to care I look around and smile through tears The love and hope of these young peers Enwraps me in their innocence My prayer is for their confidence, That they might feel the power within And conquer fear as they begin. |