By Bill Stinger.
God made us human bein’s, but, often, we will find
That few are bein’ human if we scrutinize mankind—
There’s a lot of folks pretendin’ till their lives are out of joint,
With the things that bust the heartstrings, burn the soul, and disappoint.
And, instead of bein’ natural, jist the way God meant ’em to,
They are losing all life’s rapture apin’ what the others do.
Bein’ human is a practice that jist everlastin’ pays,
In peace, and love, and fellowship through all the livelong days.
Makes folks trust you for they sense it that your inner self is true,