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

Red is the color of the blood that He shed.
Brown is for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty which in Him did endwell,
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've grown much older now, the memory lingers on.
And when I see a little child with crayon box in hand,
I tell him what they mean to me and hope they understand.

Red is the color of the blood that He shed.
Brown is for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty which in Him did endwell,
And yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.

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

Red is the color of the blood that He shed.
Brown is for the crown that they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty which in Him did endwell,
And yellow is for the Christian who's afraid to tell.