The Color Song

When I was just a little child

No higher than your knee

My mother bought a box of crayons

Just for me

I picked it up and opened it up

And took a look inside

The colors, they reminded me

Of Jesus when he died.

Red is the color of the blood that He shed

Brown is for the crown of thorns they placed upon His head.

Blue is for royalty and in Him it did dwell,

Gold is for the Christians, who dare to tell.

I colored and I colored

‘Til the crayons were all gone

And though the colors all may fade

Their memory lingers on

Now every time I see a child

With crayons in his hand

I tell him what they mean to me

And hope he’ll understand

Red is the color of the blood that He shed
Brown is for the crown of thorns they placed upon His head.
Blue is for royalty and in Him it did dwell,
Gold is for the Christians, who dare to tell.