Of all the colors that we write,
There seems to be not one so bright.
That has a glow we cannot make,
For our attempts are just a fake.
We write of red with pain and blood,
We think of black with sin and mud.
The water blue both deep and calm,
A soothing Spirit like a Psalm.
We think of green with all its class,
Of pastures rich from David’s past.
And yellow shining like the sun,
Might give the white its closest run.
The gray of eve, the brown of wood,
So many more, too name I could.
But what’s the use of naming more?
There is just one that I adore.
The color white stands out the best.
It is of fields and fall harvest.
From Heaven came the whitest horse,
The days of time have run their course.
For He who sits, Faithful and True,
Do you know Him? What will you do?
His robes are white with purity,
He stands with God in harmony.
Unless our sin has been washed clean,
No glimpse of Heaven will we gleam.
We’ll never see the whitest white,
Just the darkness of Satins plight.
There is the whiteness of the snow,
When in our heart will have a glow.
It can illuminate the night,
And be “The Whitest Of The White.”
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