The Color of Easter

Occasion: Easter Sunday, 1987, Basic Training, Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. Of all the days of the year, I was assigned KP on Easter Sunday. I stood washing some very grimy pots and pans, getting prune hands in a big way, and glancing out the window every once in a while. If memory serves, the sunrise was entirely beautiful.

While standing in the twilight,
Early Easter morn,
I thought about the life of Christ,
And the colors that He's worn.

I wish I could have been there,
To see that star shine bright,
And to bow before that manger,
And that little face of WHITE.

I would have been a wise man,
Coming from afar,
Searching for that dazzling life,
Following His star.

And then I think about His life,
And His ministry so bold,
And how despite the hard times,
He shone like purest GOLD.

I would have been a follower,
And seen His love shine through,
To every sinner everywhere,
In shades of ROYAL BLUE.

I think if I'd have been there,
To see His shattered back,
I would have cried forever,
On that gloomy day of BLACK.

I would have been a mourner,
Had I seen His body dead,
And the water flowing from that cross,
Mixed with SCARLET RED.

But by far his resurrection,
Was the fairest color yet,,
It gave us all the chance to call,
On Him when ere we fret

That oh so glorious color,
Is one that none has seen,
But one that none can do without,
And on which all must lean.

I thank you, dear Lord Jesus,
For your colors pure and bright,
And the color, God, of Easter,
Which has saved me from the night.