Michael P. Johnson (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

No matter where on earth we go
Always there’s someone wants to know
If Jesus’ flock is truly free
What colour have His sheep to be?

Some fail in church and even sink
Could it be the way they think?
Their deeds are good yet still they sin
Casting their eyes on another’s skin

Each night I pray beside my bed
For those in Christ who’s skin is red
They know I’m here they know I care
We know God’s love and long to share

I love my brother who’s face is black
I also know he loves me back
The things he needs for life on earth
I pray to God for all I’m worth

I pray my God would shine His Light
Upon all those who’s skins are white
Although perhaps we live apart
The love of Christ is in our heart

My brother’s skin’s a shade of brown
He prays for me when I feel down
In turn we pray to Christ above
Our answer’s swift when sent in love

Yellow too is my Father’s son
Yet he and I in Christ are one
I show him love as brothers should
I’d love him more if I only could

Regardless colour or the land
I count my brothers as the sand
I love each one and they love me
That’s how in Christ we ALL should be…