I like the way you color, Lord The way you color me The shades you use, the different hues As bold as they can be You never mind the lines, Lord You color way outside I like it, though, You let me know I never have to hide Sometimes you use a crayon To color on my page A marking pen, and now-and-then A paintbrush takes the stage The strokes are all so perfect Each one glides on with ease Some fat some thin, erasing sin 'Til everybody sees I think it looks like you, Lord I never knew you could Not what I thought, what others taught You color, oh so good.