Pro Christ

I used to be so pro black, I was blinded by hate but then I realized, it doesn’t matter. How dare I raise my fist to the sky where the highest of high cried because I didn’t realize, God doesn’t see color. From the dirt of the Earth He created all of us, blew the breath of life into us. A racist, is what I was with hate for the white man but now I know, thanks to G Oh D where all one family with equal opportunity to receive his holy kingdom. Whether your black, white, brown, Puerto Rican or Asian it don’t matter what you are just as long is you’re praisin Him, so remember. Acts 19:18, "Many who became believers confessed their sinful practices." Whatever you are holding on to, racism, sexism, classism all of the ism's, let go of the hate let go of the pride and start living a life expectable in Christ’s eyes.

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