Roger Horsch

(12/05/1964 / Jackson, Michigan USA)

Colors


In the beginning
When God made man
He gave us the sea
He gave us the land
He gave us black
When He gave us night
He gave the colors of day
With the color white
He gave us the air
And things unseen
He gave us the trees
With their leaves of green
And, everything He gave us
Turned out to be new
He gave us the sky
With the color blue
He gave things that were spoken
And things that were unsaid
He gave us the beautiful sunset
With many shades of red
He gave the color orange
And He gave us yellow too
Then He gave us violet
Which came from red and blue
He put them in a rainbow
For all of us to see
To remind us of His glory
May He set our spirits free.

Submitted: Thursday, March 01, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 02, 2012
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