It's a curiosity how easy it is for me To judge someone by what I see When I know down deep inside There's still things that I hide I don't want anyone to see He is the God of all The weak and the small The ones who hear his voice or are deaf to his call The iron-fisted man the kings of the land He holds us all within the love of his hand Should I like someone by the way they appear Or love them less for things they say I have an example One that's very clear He doesn't look at me that way He is the God of all of us The weak and the small The ones who hear his voice Or the ones who are deaf to his call The iron-fisted man or the kings that rule over the land He holds us all within the power of his mighty hand