Color Me

She stood there clinging
To her worn and tattered faith
Gazing into heaven
Unsure of what to say
Tempted to shield her eyes
From this perfect light
Below lay her deepest fears
In a place as dark as night
She did not turn away
So tired of living
In different shades of gray

Color me, color me
Draw me near to You, Lord
That I may see
A portrait of who
You would have me be
Color me

She pauses for a moment
Then with a final stroke
Rests her brush and palеtte
Her story has been told
A testimony of a lifе
Words could never tell
She painted her younger self
In a field of cool pastels
True colors of her soul
Discovered in a prayer
Many years ago

Color me, color me
Draw me near to You, Lord
That I may see
A portrait of who
You would have me be
Color me

It hangs in the foyer
Of the home of her daughter
It's there to remind
To help her family find
Salvation's peace of mind

Color me, color me
Color me, color me
Draw me near to You, Lord
That I may see
A portrait of who
You would have me be
Color me, color me
Color me, color me
Color me, color me, ooh...