Children of God
If we 're all children of God
how come some folks
set up a pecking order--
not you nor you they say
That ladder leading
to where the angels sing
has one set of rungs
My words to those folks
who put people in boxes
Dismiss the notion
of who is in and who is out
Release the blinders
We're traveling the same road,
ruts, slopes, hills, and peaks
how come some folks
set up a pecking order--
not you nor you they say
That ladder leading
to where the angels sing
has one set of rungs
My words to those folks
who put people in boxes
Dismiss the notion
of who is in and who is out
Release the blinders
We're traveling the same road,
ruts, slopes, hills, and peaks
1 Comments:
Simply and beautifully said, Linda.
Marcia
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