Who cares about the color of my skin? Who cares about

the clothes that I’m in? Who cares that I still gaze

at the sky? All that matters is soul, all that

matters is soul. Who cares that I still hug my mom?

Who cares that I cry at sad songs? Who cares that I

love the blue in his eyes? All that matters is love,

all that matters is love. Who cares about my saviors

blood? Who cares that he died all alone? Who cares

that our sins he redeemed? All that matters is you,

Jesus, all that matters is you. Who cares that the

angels came? Who cares that the stone rolled away?

Who cares that my lord is alive? My lord is alive, my

Jesus survived, and he’s coming, again.

Copyright ©2008 Charlotte Ann McFarland