Broken crayons is the title of the last song that I wrote. Here are the lyrics.
Broken Crayons
There are many pretty colors in his crayon box
Black and red, blue and green, violet and apricot.
He knows every color's name and where they go
Can I be the indigo, in his rainbows?
Chorus- Broken crayon that's what I am
Wax and paper in Jesus hand.
He loves broken crayons, he loves me
He says, He needs me to paint a masterpiece
Jesus, use me.
People call me worthless, I know that's a lie
If that were true, why did Jesus die?
So I give him my all, my love and loyalty
to the sunset painter who see's the gold in me.
Chorus- Broken crayon that's what I am
Wax and paper in Jesus hand
He loves broken crayons, he loves me
He says, He needs me to paint a masterpiece
Jesus, use me.
Grind me down to nothing, lift me up to heaven
Grind me down to nothing, lift me up to heaven
Chorus- Broken crayon that's what I am
Wax and paper in Jesus hand
He loves broken crayons, he loves me
He says, He needs me to paint a masterpiece
Jesus, use me.
Jesus, use me.
Written by and with a broken crayon.