Tuesday, March 4, 2008

A CHANGE OF COLOR



A Change of Color

I walk among the meadows,
grasses deep and shiny green,
Wildflowers paint the landscape,
None so fair I've ever seen.

For He can paint the meadows,
Wash them clean with heavenly rain,
And He can take a hurting soul
And bind up all its pain.


He can take the vilest life
and cleanse it for His pleasure,
He can take the coldest heart,
And warm it beyond measure.

A broken heart, He accepts,
a contrite heart, He'll mend
If we'll but give our lives to Him
and all our burdens rend.


He'll paint our lives anew, afresh,
with colors brightly shining.
Our lives once dark in the pain so drear;
will glisten with refining.
poem by Lynda Bryan Davis*


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