In our box, side by side we lie,

Each of us different and yet same.

Await the practiced hand,

To put us in the game.

Alone we stand forgotten,

forever with out worth.

Until we are worked in union,

Right here on God's green earth.

The mixture of our color,

accentuates the day.

Brings glory to the picture,

Somewhere along the way.

We begin life pristine,

Sharp, fresh and new.

Each of us potential,

We come in every hue.

Life wears us out, and dulls us,

Even breaks us now and then.

Yet we still provide use,

Eternity our's to win.

Glory and honor given,

As we bring scenes to life.

The artist gives us purpose.

Among a world of strife.