Crayon Song

When I was just a little child, no higher than your knee.   
My Mama bought a box of crayons, just for me.  
I picked them up, I opened them up, and I looked way down inside.    
The colors they reminded me of Jesus when He died.      

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Oh...oh...oh...
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 royalty, within Him did it dwell.
And yellow is for the Christian......Who’s afraid to tell.
I colored and I colored, till the crayons were all gone.
And though I am much older now, the memory lingers on.
And when I see a little child with a crayon box in hand.
I tell them what they mean to me and hope they’ll understand.

(Chorus)

Afraid to tell of a Saviour who died on Calvary.
Who died for lowly sinners, just like you and me.
And one day He’s coming back to be our king.     
And the colors of that crayon box, you will see.   

(Chorus)        

...So don’t you be a Christian......Who’s afraid to tell.