Strangest thing about racism in general.
Is in one another, we see each other.
And it doesn't matter the racial heritage.
In lovers, there's a common trait.
Some that's good.
Some, where we realize our mistakes?
Maybe, it's true.
That opposite attracts.
Then that's like the word bad luck being toss at the Black Cat.
Who didn't play a decision in its color?
We, as people are not really different.
We , all judge each other by their pigmentation.
Even down to the police department.
What ethnicity was the suspect?
What's their eye color?
So on and so on.
Folks, within one another we see each other.
We even debate the race of Jesus.
Which is more unpleasing to God.
Because he want us to be judged by the heart
Where the beginning of love starts?
In heaven, there's no separate slots.
Just to enter, you're selected by God.
Scriptures teaches, not all with get to go.
Yes, even the hell raiser Satan does know.
Still, in one another , we see each other.
Similar to new born infants.
There don't know what color they are.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
Strangest thing about racism in general.
Is in one another, we see each other.
And it doesn't matter the racial heritage.
In lovers, there's a common trait.
Some that's good.
Some, where we realize our mistakes?
Maybe, it's true.
That opposite attracts.
Then that's like the word bad luck being toss at the Black Cat.
Who didn't play a decision in its color?
We, as people are not really different.
We , all judge each other by their pigmentation.
Even down to the police department.
What ethnicity was the suspect?
What's their eye color?
So on and so on.
Folks, within one another we see each other.
We even debate the race of Jesus.
Which is more unpleasing to God.
Because he want us to be judged by the heart
Where the beginning of love starts?
In heaven, there's no separate slots.
Just to enter, you're selected by God.
Scriptures teaches, not all with get to go.
Yes, even the hell raiser Satan does know.
Still, in one another , we see each other.
Similar to new born infants.
There don't know what color they are.
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