Two Cripples Two Cripples entered a church one day; Crippled--but each in a different way. One had a body strong and whole, But it sheltered a warped and twisted soul; The other walked with a halting gait, But his soul was tall and fair and straight. They shared a pew, they shared a book, But on each face was a different look. One was alight with hope and joy and faith that nothing could destroy; The other joined not in prayer or hymn; No smile relaxed his features grim. His neighbor had wronged him--his heart was sore-- He thought of himself and nothing more. The words that were read from the Holy Book Struck deafened ears and a forlorn look. To one came comfort--his soul was fed; The other gained nothing from what was said. Two cripples left the church that day; Crippled--but in a different way. A twisted foot did one body mar, But the twisted soul was sadder far.