Colored World

Some days it’s hard to find my way
And all the world is colored gray.

When right the whole world seems to lack
I see the world as colored black.

Naked injustice makes me see red
It turns my stomach and clouds my head

When efforts fail, then light the pyre,
For orange sets the world on fire.

Some days the world is colored blue
By sadness. But its cure is You!

When You wash wrongs clean and white.
Then all is bright; all is light;

Then rainbow-hued, I can cope,
For then my world is filled with hope.