Bus Songs C

"Bus Songs - C"

Crayon Song

When I was just a little child, No higher than your knee.

My mother bought a box of crayons, Just for me.

I picked and opened them up, And looked way down inside.

And the colors there reminded me, Of Jesus when He died.

Chorus; Red is the color, of the blood that he shed. Brown is for the crown of thorns, they placed upon his head. Blue is for the royalty, which in him did dwell. And yellows for the Christian, who's afraid to tell.

I colored and I colored, Till the crayons were all gone.

And though I've grown much older now, The memories linger on.

So when I see a little child, With crayon box in hand.

I tell him what it means to me, I hope he understands.

Chorus;

Afraid to tell of a savior, Who died on Calvary.

Who dies for all the sinner's, Just like you and me.

And one day he's coming back, To be, our King.

And the colors in the crayon box, You will see.

Chorus;