When I was just a little child
No higher than your knee,
My mumma bought a box of crayons, Just for me.
I picked them up, I opened them up I looked way down inside
And the colors there reminded me Of Jesus when He died.
Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown is for the crown of thorns that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within him did do dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.
I colored and I colored ‘Til the crayons were all gone,
But though I am much older now, The mem'ry lingers on.
And when I see a little child With crayon box in hand,
I tell them what they mean to me And hope they'll understand.
Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown's for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within him did do dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.
Afraid to tell of a Savior Who died on Calvary,
Who died for lowly sinners Just like you and me;
And someday He is coming back To be our King,
And the colors in the crayon box We will sing!
Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown's for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within him did do dwell;
And Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown's for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within him did do dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.
Yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.
Yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.