All Straight Inside

                You call me Cripple Johnny
                And I guess that is my name,
                But the cripple part is not my heart
                My legs are all that's lame .

                The Johnny part in me, Sir
                Just a lively, wiggling boy
                'cause a happy face doesn't need a brace
                When its only banged up with Joy.

                The inside part isn`t crippled
                Thats the Johnny part, you know
                Just the body and not the heart
                Is all that did not grow.

                There are lots of crippled Johnnys
                Who have shaky little pegs
                But up to date inside they're straight
                They just have crooked legs.

                Of course all crippled Johnnys
                and all crippled Marys too
                Would like to run and have fun too
                Like all well children do.

                But when you are a cripple
                You swallow all your pride
                And what you lack in legs and back
                You make it up inside.

                You call me cripple Johnny
                Well, the cripple part you see
                But God above, in Father love
                Made the Johnny soul in me.

                Somewhere for Crippled Johnnys
                Is a World of Wonders Great,
                With bodies new..we will be like you
                Because our souls are straight.

		Author Unknown