Lord, Lord
Why did
You make me Black?
Why did
You make me someone
The
world wants to hold back?
Black is
the color of dirty clothes;
The
color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is
the color of darkness;
The
color of tire-beaten streets.
Why did
you give me thick lips,
A broad
nose and kinky hair?
Why did
You make me someone
Who
receives the hatred stare?
Black is
the color of a bruised eye
When
somebody gets hurt.
Black is
the color of darkness.
Black is
the color of dirt.
How come
my bone structure's so thick;
my hips
and cheeks are high?
How come
my eyes are brown
and not
the color of the daylight sky?
Why do
people think I'm useless?
How come
I feel so used?
Why do
some people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord, I
just don't understand;
What is
it about my skin?
Why do
some people want to hate me
And not
know the person within?
Black is
what people are "listed",
When
others want to keep them away.
Black is
the color of shadows cast.
Black is
the end of the day.
Lord,
You know, my own people mistreat me;
And I
know this just isn't right.
They
don't like my hair or the way I look
They say
I'm too dark or too light.
Lord,
Don't You think it's time
For You
to make a change?
Why
don't You re-do creation
And make
everyone the same?
(God
answered
Why did
I make you black?
Why did
I make you black?
Get off
your knees and look around.
Tell Me,
what do you see?
I didn't
make you in the image of darkness.
I made
you in the Likeness of ME!
I made
you the color of coal
From
which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made
you the color of oil,
The
black-gold that keeps people warm.
I made
you from the rich, dark earth
That can
grow the food you need.
Your
color's the same as the panther's
Known
for (HER) beauty and speed.
Your
color's the same as the Black stallion,
A
majestic animal is he.
I didn't
make you in the Image of darkness
I made
you in the Likeness of Me!
All the
colors of a Heavenly Rainbow
Can be
found throughout every nation;
And when
all those colors were blended well,
YOU
BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION.
Your
hair is the texture of lamb's wool
Such a
humble, little creature is he.
I am the
Shepherd who watches them.
I am the
One who will watch over thee.
You are
the color of midnight-sky,
I put
the stars' glitter in your eyes.
There's
a smile hidden behind your pain
That's
the reason your cheeks are high.
You are
the color of dark clouds formed
When I
send My strongest weather.
I made
your lips full so when you kiss
the one
you love they will remember.
Your
stature is strong; your bone structure, thick
To
withstand the burdens of time.
The
reflection you see in the mirror...
The
Image looking back at you is MINE!
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House of Mercy Children's Home Lagos, Nigeria (HOM) is a grassroots NGO focusing on child hunger, child poverty, child homelessness, child illiteracy and emergency aid to children in crisis.
While attempting to mitigate the impact of engineered poverty on our beneficiaries through our programmes, we also consider it a matter of social justice to address the root causes of the problems of Africa and propose suitable and efficient solutions.