Monday, February 14, 2011

Colour Me

Colour Me

Colour me midnight and ebony,
The inner, blackest side you'll see,
Sins darkness washes over me,
I drown within its inky sea.

Colour me scarlett,  do you see
Irreverant complacency?
Trangression and iniquity,
Have stained the very core of me.

Colour me crimson, look and see,
Him nailed and hanging on the tree,
His blood outpoured, flows pure and free,
Salvations debt at Calvary.

Colour me Jesus,  do you see?
His righteousness and purity?
My sins erased, I'm blemish free,
When Jesus is the colour of me.


Elaine said...

As a woman of colour, my skin is what most people will notice first about me. However, God does not see me that way at all. 1 Samuel 16:7

Brian Miller said...

smiles. i think all of our colours can be appreciated as together we make quite the mosaic...and once we are coloured jesus, it dont matter anyway...smiles.

Belinda Munoz said...

Elaine, this is beautiful. I didn't grow up defined by color and I hope my son grows up seeing the beauty and depth of all shades.

Jen said...

I love thinking about being the color of Jesus, something I had never thought of before. Wonderful thoughts.

becky said...

the color of Jesus: pure, unblemished, clean

alittlebitograce said...

I love this poem on colours(and the picture of pencil crayons) , and how crimson has turned black into white, the wondrous magic of grace. :)

emily wierenga said...

oooh... colour me Jesus... girl, this was beautiful... i love, love this. xo

Brandee Shafer said...

Colour me, everything me. Rock on. Keep writing.

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