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.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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.
