What color do I paint my life
When You should yield the brush?
You laid Your plans yet all my days
Go by in such a rush.
I dabble here and dabble there
No God-given plans are mine
Whatever seems a good idea
I think will then be fine.
No wonder then I don’t mature
Or see your colors in my life
Lord, take Your brush, I’m in no rush
Just color Jesus clear and bright.
Then all my days are Yours to guide
Send me where’ ere You will
Each day is one you have supplied
Color me with Jesus, I will be still.
W.B. May 2009.
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