William V. Mason
When I was just a little child no higher than my knee, my mama bought a box of crayons just for me.
I picked it up I opened it up and I looked deep down inside, the colors they reminded me of Jesus when he died.
CHORUS
For, red is the colour of the blood that Jesus shed,
brown is for the crown of thorns they placed upon his head,
For, purple is for royalty for Jesus is our king,
yellow’s for the streets of God, where Christina’s sing.
I coloured and I coloured till my crayons were all gone and now that I’m much older the memory lingers on,
and every time I see a child with a crayon box in hand I tell him what it means to me and hope he understands.
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