The Final Grade
Do you remember me? I was that little guy that wore those thick
glasses and everyone called a geek...
And I am that little girl that never smiled because I had braces on my
teeth.
Do you remember me? I was the kid on the play ground that was
always chosen last...
And I am that teenage mother struggling to overcome my past.
Remember the beggar who used to stand down at the end of Maple
street...
He once told me that he would never beg if he had enough to eat.
Some of us have been fat, some thin, some short and some tall...
And sometimes we've been deaf and blind, but then again haven't we all?
We should not look down on each other because of the way we've been made..
God placed us on this course and He's the One who gives the final grade.
TK<><
Copyright © Tom Kesting | Year Posted 2015
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