Black was the color of sinful hearts.
Black was the midnight sky.
Into the darkness, a Light did appear
In the form of a baby’s cry.
Red was the blood the Light did shed
Men’s blackened hearts to buy.
Into His side the spear was thrust.
“Abba, Father,” was His cry.
White are the robes of the redeemed
And the angels sing on high,
When sinners bow with humble hearts,
And “Jesus” is their sigh.
Gold are the streets in heaven above
Where the King does reign on high.
Look up with hope. Christ will return
For the Church, His spotless bride!