by Clever Black
If all of us were color blind
I know it’s then we would find
That of the problems facing nations
There’d not be one on race relations.
The color of a fellow’s skin
Is just on top, and very thin
He’s really just the same down under,
But how we treat him makes me wonder.
I asked a preacher—a nice fellow
If souls were black or white or yellow;
He said he thought the soul of a man
Was neither white, nor black, nor tan.
He said he thought that it was true,
From listening to a God he knew
That we would someday, somewhere find
That even Christ was color blind.