1. In one way or another, each person that I see
Is diff’rent in their own way, not ev’ryone’s like me.
They come in diff’rent colors, and some can’t run or walk.
Some speak another language or use their hands to talk.
But when I give a greeting, I start to see how it can be.
I see them smile; we both feel happy, ‘cause they’re a lot like me.
Jehovah loves all sorts of people; he’s always good to you and me.
Let’s be like him and welcome others to join Jehovah’s family.