I really can’t tell you the color of his skin. Honestly, I could care less about minute details like that. All I know is that when I called Him he answered. When I was depressed, he was an agent to peace.
I’ve had times when I couldn’t pray. My tears drowned my thoughts but Jesus healed my heart. Sometimes the damage seemed unrepairable. How was I going to make it pass this? Then He promised to come to my defense.
I never had to question his motive or second guess this love. Thank you Jesus for being the prince of peace. I owe you ME.