My God is not a Racist

Twill be a happy day in heaven
when he gathers his children home
From every tribe and nation,
And from every tongue.

His children are made up
of various hues of color
The black, the white, the red
and the yellow brothers.

He chose his precious children
showing his versatility.
And all shall live together
in perfect harmony.

My Father is not a racist,
nor is he prejudice.
He will love us all
who're upon his chosen list.

His only requirement is
that he's washed our sins away
The day that we received him in
and invited him to stay.

He never even noticed
the color of their skin
For he is their creator,
he made every one of them.

How could anything so beautiful
Be considered a mistake!
For we are all people of color
and of a different race.

He surely must have noticed
that we weren't all the same
For he gave us each a color
And our very own name.

Negro, white man and Chinese,
to name just a few of these.
He created all of them
As well as the Vietnamese.

He made some with slanted eyes,
some with larger lips,
others are darkskinned,
while some we might have missed.

Our differences are what makes
each one of us unique
When God took some color
And made each one so complete.

Whether we are black or white
We were given his credentials
living together peacefully.
All are noted as essential.

What a joy to experience
a variety of little children
For there will be a day when we
are all together up in heaven.