What colour is God,
Asked the child with skin so fair
Is he white like me,
Does he have light hair?
Is God dark like me, I think God is red like me, Each one of us knows that God is there There will be no colours in Heaven, So when your time comes,
Asked the child with skin of golden hue,
Has he hair that’s dark and curly,
Are his eyes black or blue?
The Indian boy is heard to say –
He wears a crown of feathers,
And turns our nights to day
In ALL the colours above
But be sure of this, the one colour he is,
Is the beautiful colour of love
Everyone will be the same.
You will only be judged by your earthly deeds,
Not your colour or your name
And you see God in his Heaven above,
Then you will see the only colour that counts,
The beautiful colour of LOVE