CRAYON BOX DREAMS
My crayon box is filled with dreams’ color
Of joyfulness tints and happiness’ hues
Brightened by thanksgiving and praises ardor
Midst gold of gladness, devoid of sad blues.
Oh, there is green, full of life… healthy well
From God’s grace, so glowing, no one can hide
Along red with pink for compassion-swell
With shining yellow of worshipful tide.
Yes, courageous orange rules over pain
Defying horrors of blackness and fright
As brave purple soars with azure faith’s gain
Trusting the Lord toward heavenly white.
Glad am I for crayon box dreams indeed
Colored by the Almighty’s gracious deed.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2025
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