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.