They tell me it’s a bad area
This place where you go to school every day
Where we come on Wednesdays
To tell you about
Jesus
And the Bible.
They tell me it’s a bad area
And they tell me that some of your parents are in gangs
But I never would have guessed
By your innocent
Faces
And your smiles.
They tell me it’s a bad area
But mostly it just looks empty.
There are tall brick walls around the outside
I suppose to
Protect
Along with barbed wire.
They tell me it’s a bad area
Here where you live.
You tell me that you are five
And I see that you love to
Dance
Just like me.
They tell me it’s a bad area
And it breaks my heart
To think that any child should have to live
In a place like that-
“Bad�
Or so they say.
They tell me it’s a bad area
But I know better.
Because God takes things that are ugly
And makes them
Beautiful
And He is here.
