There is no race beneath the skin,
No shade of soul, no place within.
All of humanity’s blood runs red,
Each life by breath and mercy fed.

Jesus’ Blood ran crimson bright
Upon the Cross in Heaven’s light—
A sacrifice for all who’d dare
To kneel in faith, to rise in prayer.

Not one was named above the rest,
No skin more cursed, no hue more blessed.
He died for hearts, not colors worn—
For souls reborn, not fleshly scorn.

So let us stand, not split, but one—
United by what Christ has done.
No race remains, no greater grace
Than love that flows from one embrace. 

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop