Unusual

Folks call me, they call me... Unusual They make, they make fun of me... Call me unusual So unkind, nothing but hatred and malice on their minds... Father, Father God;' Why? you make me odd; I'm refusing to be ridiculed I reborn... I'm unusual They call me funny looking because I don't look like you; Well, I don't care what you really think; This is my choice and I choose, to do, I'm unusual Folks call me, they call me... Unusual They make, they make fun of me... Call me unusual So unkind, nothing but hatred and malice on their minds... You have no heaven nor hell to put me in; Don't call me beautiful your not my friend; While you're back-biting; And yet I instil a love for you, yes name caller, insulter... I do yet love you, because of that too makes me unusual; Because I prise a King His name is this I contain is Jesus... He makes our day, makes me happy to be this way; So if forgivingness is wrong on my part If loving you in your hatred well I guess I am unusual 5/19/04 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2004, 2019© arranged music by BUCK BOWEN 2004©