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Children of GodIt's a grand day just to be alive, Putting your spirits into overdrive; This day doesn't mean being Irish, Or does it mean that to be Polish; We're God's children in His eyes, Meaning nationality to neutralize. In Him there is no black or white, Everyone the same within His sight; You drive a Chevrolet or a Cadillac, No matter what sign in the zodiac; All the same if you're rich or poor, Living in the hills or by the shore; No difference if single or married, Regardless being slim or potbellied; No problem if either tall or short, If you do or don't have a passport; What does matter is if you're saved, And your sins when you misbehaved; No matter who you are, just confess, God will remember and forever bless. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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