Color My World

Color my world with your own, somewhere over these city streets Let me find a brook, a stream, a creek For Christ knows how I prayed to be meek I don't need money to be happy maybe a new dress to make every now and then God, color my world with your own, let me find a hill to stand on and smell the Spring rain and watch everything turn green; a place to get rest that I need Merciful God With Us, Color my world with what you think is best Let my God Given name not find fame; that would shame Let me look to the sky and know I am alright in the tainted world, in which I struggle to survive The sun's brightness comes now, and the rain with a bit of chill Color my world, Oh God, if this is all I am to see I am thankful for the breath you still give to me