When the bulldozers they come for your house
And to the wall they nail 40,000 pounds
And in the dark I try to feel for your hand
The sun comes up your were never there
Clear enough but hard to explain
And when I do you still look at me the same
Hold out your hand and step forward again
And you smile with your eyes
and I do the same
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's what our god looks like
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's why Christ is white
sympathetic eyes enjoying the show
some people stop and others just walk slow
she could fall down a crack in the road
it could happen to her or anybody else you know
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's what my god looks like
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's why Christ is white
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's what our god looks like
celebrating who we are
who we are
that's why Christ is white