Poetry

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A vision I see inside my head;
Draperies of flesh, black, white and red.
Following them: other colors of skin;
All my brethren, devoid of sin.

Their bodies are new, with a new secret;
Borne of a promise that God has kept.
He gives to His own such with a laugh,
Having been caught up in grace’s draft.

From the world we’re finally shorn,
Living His Age as barely born.
We shout and we praise as if no one sees us,
The secret shone in, the glory of Jesus.

Oh, my Lord, the colors are bright,
My new eyes can bare this new sight.
Yet they’re wet with praise for You,
These Nations show how You are true!

They are variegated, as is Your grace.
With many faces made in Your face.
Their beauty surges, for they are pure.
They stand on Your sea, their stance is sure.

© 10-30-08


I hate racism. I believe so does the Lord. An age-old slap in His face is hating those the good Lord has made. Racism is born of fear and hatred, through ignorance.

I even have a problem with the word "race". I prefer the word "ethnicity". The only race the Lord is interested in saving is the human race, with it's beautiful "variegation" of skins.

My Lord, You're such an artist!

Many have tried to impose on certain verses in the Bible that certain "races" are cursed. In the 16 years of my having read my Bible from cover to cover I see nothing saying that.

Even if so, the curse was taken away in Jesus. He became our curse.

What a boring heaven it would be if there was only one skin color in glorified bodies. I have yet to see the Lord be a bore.

I wept writing this. If you only saw what I saw in my head! Whoa!

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