You could be my equal,

if only I could think

past the chains 

of generations of slaves

told you are better than me.

You could be my equal,

if only I could see

that in my soul

lies depths untold,

treasures beyond the color of me.

You could be my equal,

if only I could know

that the sovereign God

who made us one

with a single breath did so.

You could be my equal,

if only I could walk 

the pathway of my secret dreams;

let the proud naysayers talk.

You could be my equal,

I set out to run

and focus on the course begun,

not status quos

or rich men’s woes.

You could be my equal;

thus, I mount up to fly

and soar to liberty and heights beyond

the natural course and sky.

You could be my equal,

if only I believed

that he of whom the Son sets free

is most free indeed.