In God's Image

Three young kids from my hometown;
lead story on the news
Talking street, caps turned around,
Air Jordan on their shoes
Beat to death a black boy
lost in their neighborhood

If we believe we were made in God’s image
No wonder we’re all afraid to die
Do you want to meet a God like us?
Neither do I

So next morning on the street,
must have been a thousand strong
Chanting “Yes, give them death,
straight to hell where they belong”
It’s an eye for an eye
It’s a soul for a soul

If we believe we were made in God’s image
No wonder we’re all afraid to die
Do you want to meet a God like us?
Neither do I

When they asked the grieving mom
in an interview
“What would happen to those kids,
if it were up to you?
She said, “Have mercy on their souls
Teach them love’s light shines through”

I want to believe she was made in God’s image
That’s the prayer I’ll whisper when I die
Do you want to meet a God like that?
So do I