The Color of Love (Christmas)
Part 1
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Bleak is the color of longing tonight;
Clouds hide the stars and the full moon from sight. Huddled together by fires they keep, Shepherds stay vigilant, watching their sheep. Off in the distance, Jerusalem lies — City of Peace — under turbulent skies. Long, they’ve been promised a king of their own — Waiting while others have taken the throne. Such is the color of hope. Tears are the color of promises kept, Once shed in secret, now openly wept. Why would her God — the Creator of all — Choose for His purpose a maiden so small? Abraham, Jacob, and David are gone, Yet through their bloodline His promise lives on. Now, to this world the Savior has come; Gently, she kisses the cheek of God’s Son. Such is the color of faith. Music’s the color of angels on earth, Witnessed by shepherds the night of His birth. Shielding their eyes — on their knees in the field, Blinded by glory that heaven revealed. Servants of heaven — with thunderous voice — Echo the news for all men to rejoice. Mountaintops shake while the heavenlies ring, Glory to God in the highest, they sing. Such is the color of joy. Pure is the color of gifts from the heart, Brought by the wise men who followed the star. Into the desert with no other course, Save for the light from that mystical source. Star over Bethlehem — piercing the night; Prayer turns to praise as their faith turns to sight. Treasures are laid at His feet where He stood — Feet that will one day be nailed into wood. Such is the color of love. |
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