First Century of the Third Millennium

Gary Edward Geraci

I live with many people of color

My wife is a woman of color

My neighbors are neighbors of color

I believe I’m a man of color too

 

I mean there’s some color

To my skin when I look at it

Here are all these people of color

Living together in America

 

Yes in 21st century America

From what I can tell we’re all

Doing pretty good we’re all

Free we’re all prosperous in

 

Liberty each in his or her own way

In the beginning God selected a

People of color to save the world

One color but not my color

 

That’s OK I trust that He

Knows what He’s doing

It just wouldn’t seem right

After all to call out the Creator

 

Of the human race for choosing

One color over another color

For choosing a Chosen People

People whom would bring forth a

 

Savior our Savior a Savior for

People of all colors and so I go to

Church and worship my Creator with

People of many colors many colors.

 

  • Gary Edward Geraci
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  • Published: July 20th, 2019 13:18
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary. It would be slavery, if it was worship to any other god (small 'g'). In the hymn 'Make me a captive Lord', the next line is 'And then I shall be free', and so on through the whole hymn.
    I've deviated from your main theme of colour (extra 'u' for us in UK!).

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Many will prove that true freedom is found in doing what is right; consistently doing it; one by one. Christ had it right all along Orchidee. May God bless Great Britain!

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Praise God Outback! This may be the first time in all of your writings (that I’ve followed) that you’ve actually printed a lowercase letter! And yes the distinction makes all the difference in the world.



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