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
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,
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.
8 comments:
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
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.
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.
I love thinking about being the color of Jesus, something I had never thought of before. Wonderful thoughts.
the color of Jesus: pure, unblemished, clean
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. :)
oooh... colour me Jesus... girl, this was beautiful... i love, love this. xo
Colour me, everything me. Rock on. Keep writing.
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