God's Little Hands

Brown skin, dark hair; This little girl is so scared. Why am I different? Why don’t they like me? I don’t know how much more I can bear. They treat me so differently; It’s just not fair. Doesn’t God love me, too? Why, God? Don’t they like your work of art? I am the piece You painted with Your own two hands. I may be little but I will take a stand. God, use me; Use me however you can. One nation, under God, Together we fall and together we stand. Please, God, use me as Your hands.