God's face
Nobody has seen
Maybe it is just an illusion
Let the people pray
The mirror of our image
There are skin colors
How to tell?
God never say
Maybe we are just a tiny part of the whole
The universe surrounding in our minds
We believe what we are told from young
The grand stories of events of the past
The handiwork of God
The different built and size
The people we all meet
They brand it as White, Black and Yellow
We are part of the Earth
We are made from her soil
On death we all will return
Dust to dust we will sleep
And we dream of God's face
Nobody has seen the whole
As the Earth swallows us into her bosom
We will wait for the day...a long time of patience
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