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Writer's pictureLynda Schultz

God Has the Best Box of Crayons




“Let there be light”

and the darkness gave way.


The brush was raised to paint the blue

of heaven’s sky and water’s hue.

But no dull sameness left its mark,

cerulean, azure, navy, light,

seafoam, turquoise, cyan,

cornflower, cobalt,

powder, sapphire, royal,

His genius let loose.


Then from the blue He called the brown.

Dirt and sand and clay displayed;

auburn, desert, ochre,

taupe, buff and bronze,

wheat, russet and mahogany,

sand and seal and good old beige,

Foundations flourished in variety.


And from the brown His brush turned verdant.

From earth the life sprang forth;

apple, fern, and kelly green

emerald, hunter, moss,

jade, forest, lime and pine,

tea, and teal, shamrock, spring,

delighted His artistic eye.


Of course the green could not deny

the colours of harvest that He designed.

How many reds can you produce?

Crimson, cardinal, puce and pink,

fuchsia, flame and scarlet,

burgundy, rose, and before the machine,

fire-engine red was in His mind.


The skies He dotted with yellow orbs,

Their shades reflected down below;

saffron, goldenrod, mustard, flax,

cream, amber and peach,

metallic, maize and glowing fire

danced before His ardent brush

and lit both earth and sky.


Not even darkness escaped His eye

Lest it feel forever banished from His sight.

Black turned steel gray at His behest,

charcoal, xanadu, slate and silver,

platinum and fearful arsenic,

taupe again appeared, slightly altered,

with dove and liver close behind.


The beasts and birds and swimming things

received His blessed touch

and took on the Creator’s passion

for symmetry amid variety.

Blue jay, canary, black bear, red fox,

white wolf, chestnut mare, pink flamingo,

all dressed by His design.


And the crown of His creative strokes?

It is no curse that man reflects

the genius of God’s touch.

“Red and yellow, black and white,

All are precious in His sight.”*

Delight in difference, boast of beauty

in variety revealed, He calls.


And God saw that it was good,


every colour, every hue, every stroke.

And better yet, as well He knew,

those colours meant to bleed and blend

until one day remade anew,

they would not only be good

but perfect just as He.





*Jesus Loves the Little Children

Words by C. Herbert Woolston, music by George F. Root

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