Purple garments draping Him who sits with sharpened sword
Blue, the garments, draping her, the first to call Him Lord
Green the meadows where He lies, the lamb, as though He’s slain
Yellow sun does rise and shine across the holy plain
Red the blood from His cross, drunk by all who love
In white garments washed clean of sin by mercy from above
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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