The Day I Woke To an Almost Good Day

A church I say, a church For only God knows the boundaries of his creations The beautiful children of my kind step forth here every Sunday Praise is what they do, just praise And when I step forth on my alter I know their safe For church are peace, love, and home But not this day The sanctuary today be diminished with the sacrifice of thy innocent To prove what I say, to prove I shall never understand For I never dreamed that the pigment of skin was so very important Significant enough to tarnish the place of God Boom! Crash! Ahhh! The sounds will never leave my holy mind Poor victims of such evil, poor victims Momma, daddy, brother, and sister come home tonight missing one One of four for every household altered And may God rest his soul for now we can make a change.