Sunday Sermon
One sunday morning...
Let this be the time when I refuse to cry, when I refuse to let the past be the future that guides. Let this be the moment that I rush into faith, steadily rapping on the door so that freedom can take its place. Let this be the era when the color on my face will never be the instrument that I use to win this race. I have read about the struggle, I have witnessed some of the pain, I have fallen victim to the lies that clos...