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Verse 1
If God walked past in tattered clothes,
Would you see a saint, or turn your nose?
If angels begged with shaking hands,
Would you curse their need, or take a stand?
If heaven’s voice cried from the street,
Would you mock the tone, deny the plea?
If love looked nothing like your face,
Would you call it wrong, or call it grace?
Chorus
Would you know God’s children now?
Would you lift them from the ground?
Would you see through all the fear,
Or strike them down when they appear?
Verse 2
They preached of peace, then built their walls,
Turned holy words to battle calls,
They crowned themselves with sacred rage,
And burned compassion off the page.
The prophets starved while kings were fed,
The meek were crushed, the poor misled,
They prayed for gold, they prayed for might,
And sold their souls to claim they’re right.
Chorus
Would you know God’s children now?
Would you lift them from the ground?
Would you see through all the fear,
Or strike them down when they appear?
Verse 3
If Jesus came with darker skin,
Would you still let redemption in?
If mercy spoke with trembling tone,
Would you cast the first sharp stone?
If heaven’s gate was made of pain,
Would you walk through or just complain?
Would faith still shine when power fades,
Or would you trade it all for praise?
Chorus
Would you know God’s children now?
Would you lift them from the ground?
Would you see through all the fear,
Or strike them down when they appear?
Bridge
History’s full of those who claim,
They kill, they rule, they bless in His name,
They wear their hate like holy light,
And call their cruelty divine right.
They crucify the ones who care,
Then build a shrine to say they’re fair,
The lesson lost, the cycle spun,
The war for heaven never won.
Chorus
Would you know God’s children now?
Would you lift them from the ground?
Would you see through all the fear,
Or strike them down when they appear?
Outro
Someday the blind will start to see,
That love’s the only prophecy,
That every heart, both lost and known,
Beats with a spark that’s not their own.
And when the final truth is near,
It won’t be gold, it won’t be fear,
The question left when time is done,
Would you know God’s children, one by one?
