Colors Of Love Poem by April Humason

I walked the quiet streets of ache and night,
My soul bare beneath the faded light.
The world felt cold, the air felt rough,
Until Your mercy found my broken dust.

They bruised my hope, they tore my veil,
But still Your presence would not fail.
Where pain had marked me, You stayed near—
A holy whisper I could hear.

You are the Color of Love in grayscale days,
The burning red where blood was paid.
The golden light I never earned,
The living truth my spirit learned.

You turned my wounds to stained-glass art,
Bright reflections across my heart.
No longer ash, no longer dust,
I bloom in You, I rise, I trust.

Your love spilled color through my veins,
Washed my sorrow, healed my chains.
Now every breath and every hue
Belongs to Heaven, colored by You.