by Luis A. Estable
The question lies deep in my human brain.
The answer on the earth one day be known!
What color`s Jesus? Heaven will explain!
Yes, dark and light, what axiom`s here shown?
The eyes, we know, on color never clear.
Jesus` outside then something eyes can`t read
You make it black, in Africa`s quite dear.
If thought yes light, equality we need.
Who calls the rose a rose not white or red.
But then the red`s the color of the race.
My mind, my heart, and body do spread;
Oh Jesus is as human a perfect case.
In front of us, what color is all right?
The world is dark when it`s not the sun`s light.
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Luis A. Estable
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Luis A. Estable: 2014
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Last updated May 24, 2019