Black is the night sky
Beautiful in Your eyes
A backdrop for the stars

Red is the sweet rose
Perfect symbol of love
From my Father above

Blue are the wide seas
That bring me to my knees
When I know that You are not far

Green is the rose stem
But I am cut by the thorns
Of which You so tenderly warned

Yellow is the summer sun
Which shines down on my fun
Lord, I am ashamed

Brown is the fresh earth
Holding the precious seed
You planted deep in me

Orange is the shade
Of the fruit which You gave
When You whispered my name

Purple are the lilacs
Springing up from the ground
Reminding me You're all around

Pink is the new rose
That You make to grow
Just to welcome me home

Grey are the clouds
Your rain falls on me
Washing me clean

White am I now
No sin holds me down
I was never alone

Author's note: I was part of a writing group within my college campus ministry, and this is a piece I wrote at that time.