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.