News of the San Gabriel Valley since 1966.


by Eugene R. Webb


Some of us are weak, while others are strong;

Many people do things they know are wrong.

Some of us listen to hear God’s voice;

Others prefer to make their own choice.

Since we were all born special;

How could we be racial?

For God is Father to us all;

And He is at our beckon call.

God made us different in so many ways;

And some of us walk around in a daze.

He gave us ears to hear and eyes to see;

Perfect we were never meant to be.

Our fingerprints are not the same;

Most of us have a different name.

We all have our very own DNA;

And God will call us home one day.

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