Rainbow
After the rain and its gloom,
From the sky colors bloom.
God takes his brush to make the mark.
In its perfect place and transcendent arch.
From the sky colors bloom.
God takes his brush to make the mark.
In its perfect place and transcendent arch.
High it sits as a symbol to the low;
Of God’s presence and his judgmental blow.
And yet mercy is among the colors we see.
O praise God for the paint and its glory to be.
