By Scott McGee
Written May 9, 1981, Harlech, Wales, GB and Nov. 13, 1982, Farmington, Utah
They say I'm dumb.
They say I'm dense.
They could be right,
In their own sense.
But if for once they could like me,
For just a moment only see,
The beauty God created here,
For those who truly see and hear.
They say I'm slow,
And have no brain,
But what they miss,
I see so plain.
I do not need their way of life,
Their worry, hate, their filth and strife.
I see the things of God and then,
I have no need for those of men.
They say the things,
I'll know are few,
And list the things,
I'll never do.
I think of things that I can see,
And wonder why they pity me.
Oh, can't they see the beauty of,
A simple world that's filled with love.
They say "What shame,"
I am so slow.
I'm retarded,
But do they know,
I see the things of God, not man,
All the splendor of His great plan.
I see beauty each place I go,
All the wonder like Heaven's glow.
They say it's sad,
I'm not like they,
But I think I've,
The better way.
I see the things of God's pure world,
The Holy beauty He unfurled,
And wish for them that they might be,
The ones who see the world like me.