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
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