One such poem that stood out to us was presented during the second day of VBS that we found the words to. The children’s voices, their dignity, their joy was such a gift we will never forget.
I Am a Child of God (adapted)
I am a child of God
Born with a skin the colour of chocolate
Bright, brilliant and articulate
Strong and bold; I’m gifted
Talented enough to be the best
I am a child of God
Often the target of pity
My future is not confined to charity
Give me the gift of a lifetime;
Give me a dream, a door of opportunity;
I will thrive
I am a child of God
Do not hide my fault
Show me my wrong
I am like any other;
Teach me to dream
And I will become
I am a child of God
I am the son, daughter of the soil
Rich in texture and content
Full of potential for a better tomorrow
Teach me discipline, teach me character, teach me hard work
Teach me to think like the star within me
I am a child of God
I can be extraordinary
Call me William Kamkwamba the inventor;
Give me a library with books
Give me a scrap yard and discarded electronics
Give me a broken bicycle;
Plus the freedom to be me
And I will build you a windmill
I am a child of God…

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