A Man Tells Me
A man tells me
God’s voice is like the nightingale
I do not know its song
Have I not heard God?
A man tells me
God’s majesty is like the mountains
But I live on the plains
Have I not seen God?
A man tells me
God’s power is like the earthquake
I have not sensed its tremor
Have I not felt God?
A man tells me
God skin is white as cream
My skin is black as ebony
Am I not made in His image?
Man, please tell me
Where do I find God?
Jo
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