Red, Yellow, Black, and White

It will never stop confounding me

The mixed messages we are told

Like the face of Jesus is in everyone

Oh, but there's always a no

We hold the Imago Dei

I guess until its expression veers too far

From who? From where?

I'm still not sure, but someone else clearly holds the bar

I search their face to find Him there

I explore and I seek and I dig

To find the glimpses of goodness for you

To be told, oh honey, let me give you a tip

If you were to find it right it would have looked like THIS

See how it looks so much like me

Oh, but I just read the Bible you know

And Jesus just happens to reflect me

But why, I think, can't you see the goodness there

You just need to tilt your head some more

And there! Right there! Isn't it neat?

And there's so much more to explore

No, they say, that's too far gone they say

They scream and protest and then shout

But I no longer take the time or pay them mind

For within the other I find out

Red and yellow, black and white

We really are so precious in His sight

You know I will hold this to be true

And I promise we do not all need to look like you