Rainbows
I opened my eyes.
I see the sunrise.
The rays of sunshine
speak to me, quietly.
His words are colored.
Orange, green, yellow,
Indigo, violet, blue and red.
Surely the Light is my fellow,
Alive, some say He is dead.
But, He speaks to me, He said,
"Dread not, be not afraid of them.
For I know the thoughts I think toward you,
saith The LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil.
To give you an expected end."
I replied to the colors of His Word,
"Amen."
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