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You judge my color I judge your accent Either way I think we’re both right You think my color makes me dark inside I think your accent makes you worst outside So it ends with you and I in a fight. Why do we seek flaws in this God-made beauty? If my color makes me stronger And your accent makes you wiser Don’t you think it makes a team whose strength is broader And it sure will please Him if we held hands and walk together ? Why think me less human While I see you more of a beast? When you and I are equal before Him Because when God made man and gave him his image, Carefully crafted to perfection, much to His pleasing So it is not about how I see you or what you think of me But it’s about how the Father sees us. He came and bled on our cause Making obvious why He chose to die on the Cross.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Your Accent my Color
You judge my color I judge your accent Either way I think we’re both right You think my color makes me dark inside I think your accent makes you worst outside So it ends with you and I in a fight. Why do we seek flaws in this God-made beauty? If my color makes me stronger And your accent makes you wiser Don’t you think it makes a team whose strength is broader And it sure will please Him if we held hands and walk together ? Why think me less human While I see you more of a beast? When you and I are equal before Him Because when God made man and gave him his image, Carefully crafted to perfection, much to His pleasing So it is not about how I see you or what you think of me But it’s about how the Father sees us. He came and bled on our cause Making obvious why He chose to die on the Cross.
It's crazy that sometimes we are quick to forget what makes us complete, which is the unity found in our diversity. Our differences should not be the reason for differences among us rather, it should bind us to each other.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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