Iam a creation of the Almighty's might,
Born in Africa, the land of Kush's delight.
He fashioned me Black, and His gaze upon me shone,
Declaring me good, a treasure in His sight, forever known.
In the Bible's pages, my heritage is told,
Kush, meaning Black, a truth that never grows old.
Though languages vary, and tribes may differ wide,
I am Kush, united under the sun's radiant pride.
Though some may label me black, in God's eyes I shine,
Whiter than snow, a reflection of His divine design.
Saved, sanctified, anointed, a descendant of Kush born anew,
I rejoice in my identity, a child of God, forever true.
God's grace has paid the price for my sin's dark stain,
And I am proud to be Black, a reflection of His love's sweet refrain.
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