Black and White
This pallet holds no colors,
Only hues of black and white;
And when they meet in the middle,
Grey covers all in sight.
Sometimes it's the grey of a dove.
Sometimes it's the grey of night.
But it's always a smoky hue,
That knows no wrong or right.
Only one way to separate the colors,
And paint them in the proper light.
We need the grace of a Savior,
To draw away the darkness with His Might.
YOU ARE READING
Poem-A-Day Challenge Volume 2 - September 2017 Challenge
PoetryOur first Challenge of 2017 is to get as many Pubbers as possible to write a Poem a Day for every day in 2017. This is our second volume of the Poem-A-Day challenge. If you are up to the challenge, lets u...
