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