Some of us are weak, while others are strong;
Many people do things they know are wrong.
Some of us listen to hear God’s voice;
Others prefer to make their own choice.
Since we were all born special;
How could we be racial?
For God is Father to us all;
And He is at our beckon call.
God made us different in so many ways;
And some of us walk around in a daze.
He gave us ears to hear and eyes to see;
Perfect we were never meant to be.
Our fingerprints are not the same;
Most of us have a different name.
We all have our very own DNA;
And God will call us home one day.