Child of the Kingdom

I long to see you grow into a man, not restricted

by the pain of your father's name.

Not misconstrued by the color of your skin having to face everydiscrimination meant to mold you into degregation.

Child I hope to see you grow into something I can't

describe, something man's hands could never design.

No longer a boy, but filled with words only few have

heard. Child that word infiltrates your soul and to all who behold, you are a man of God.