Blue

Depression made me so blue Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget my crown Nighttime shade shadows my mind from the fire of your lamp Black and blue bruises from the regrets I get neglecting your red letters Teal hospital colors can never heal the way your hands paint Your spirit gives me direction, but I'll still say I'm no artist The Creator says you're better than that, as the art is something the eyes forever cherish Still, I ignore the GPS as if I didn't ask for help God's plan sees a forest of flowers where I see the wilting rose So, stop leaning own what you understand And learn to walk on the waters of the unknown There is where a new color will emerge The color pours gold into broken cracks Baby blue skies are planned for my future I now see your hand reaching out for me in the treacherous waves I will fear not for you have commanded me to be strong and courageous For thou art with me wherever I go p.s. baby blue heals deeper than any cross I bear...