There is Hope: Colours

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Because of You, love falls like rain–
A deluge on a dry and thirsty heart.
Because of You, trust leads the way–
Through the darkest night into the light of day.
You are the sun reflecting on a clear blue sea.
You are the morning song to greet a springtime day.

You are so beautiful, there are no words–
Far greater than a crown of pearls.
Amazing are the colours of Your love.
You are the Artist of the universe,
Painting pictures across the earth.
Amazing are the colours of Your love.

Because of You, peace whispers hope–
A still, small voice that speaks deep in the soul.
Because of You, joy lights the dark–
A rainbow shining bright across the sky.
You are the Author of a promise still to come.
You are the Singer of a song yet to be sung.

The inspiration behind these words came while walking my dog Carlos along the cinder track in the coastal village of Robin Hood’s Bay.
As I walked… God began to speak – not in words, but in colour. Colours that would connect me, inspire me and stir my imagination to write a song; where each line became a revelation of the nature of Christ.

“Love falls like rain”
Along the path rain began to fall. With no shelter in sight, we were about to be soaked.
In that moment a typical April shower revealed something to me.
When we step out from the shelter of ourselves, we discover His love doesn’t fall like a drizzle or gentle mist – it falls like a downpour. A deluge sent from heaven to a parched and broken world. In the silence of suffering and in the wastelands of wounded hearts, His love descends, soaking everything it touches.
It doesn’t just fall on us – it falls into us. It runs through our fractures, filling our emptiness and bringing life to the dry soil of our hearts.

“Trust leads the way”
As dark clouds gathered above, dimming the sky and washing the world in greys, ahead was bright sunlight, it lit the path making the budding leaves on the trees shine with radiant colour.
It reminded me that we no longer need to wander, groping for meaning in the dark. We needn’t stumble, unsure of the path.
His truth is not grey with doubt, but radiant with clarity. When we follow Him, even the night reflects the promise of dawn.
His presence leads us through the shadow of death. We may not understand every step, but we can trust the One who walks with us.

“The sun reflecting on a clear blue sea”
On that crisp spring morning, I looked out across the mirror like sea, with the sun reflecting on the vast ocean it lit up the entire Bay.
This light on a sea of glass—this morning song—breaks silence with hope. Christ, the Son of Righteousness, the source of all brilliance, is not a distant deity demanding appeasement, but the radiant image of the invisible God. Like sunlight on still water, He reflects through us, fresh every morning His grace and mercy.

“You are so beautiful”
Looking across where the North Yorkshire Moors meets the sea – what can I say? How can one stand at the edge of such beauty and explain it?
How do you describe waves rolling endlessly to shore with justice?
There are moments when words fail – not because truth is unclear but because it is too vast, too deep and too radiant to contain.
There is a beauty beyond description, not merely in appearance but in presence. A beauty that breathes life, restores hope and lights the darkest corners of the soul.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to Him, nothing in His appearance that we should desire Him. (Isaiah 53:2)

Yet through His love, His sacrifice, His grace; He is the most beautiful of all.
His beauty lies in humility, in the kindness of His touch and the mercy in His gaze.
The cross, in all its horror, becomes beautiful because of what it accomplished.
His resurrection is the sunrise of all beauty. Language fails us, we are in awe… speechless.

“Far greater than a crown of pearls”
Pearls are costly treasures formed through pain and time. Crowns symbolise glory and dominion, yet even the rarest jewel or finest crown is only a shadow of Christ’s glory.
His kingship is not adorned with gems, but with wounds that heal the world.

“The Artist of the universe”
With every sunrise, He paints mercy. He draws on the canvas of our hearts.
He scatters colour across the skies, the land, our lives – not randomly, but with purpose.
He not only formed the universe with His words but continues to shape our hearts with His Spirit.
He is the Creator of nature, the Re-creator of our lives. We are His canvas.
Our testimonies are His brushstrokes and He paints pink blossoms on fresh green grass.
He paints every mountain, each sunrise, and every sunset with infinite imagination and holy hands.
He brushed life onto dust and called it “good.” His creation bears His signature in every petal, every wave and the whole panoply of the heavens.

“The colours of Your love”
This love is not monochrome, it is not bland. Christ’s love has depth, dimension, and vibrancy. It reaches every shade of human experience – joy and sorrow, doubt and faith, silence and song.
It surrounds, sustains, challenges and restores. Each moment reveals another hue: grace, patience, power, justice, tenderness.

His love is not beige.

It is not bland.

It is wild with colour, unexpected and glorious.

“Peace whispers hope”
Sometimes we think God’s voice must be loud, like thunder from the heavens or a dramatic cinematic moment.
His love is blue, like still waters beside which He leads us.
He whispers peace into the chaos around us. For me, it often feels like the moments I most need to hear God are the ones where He seems silent.
In the noise of anxiety and worry, His whisper still comes from within: “I am with you.”

“Joy lights the dark”
Looking back along the path Carlos and I had walked, a rainbow appeared.
Full of colour, full of promise – like the goodness and mercy of God, it follows us.
Sometimes, we only see it when we look back. Our joy is not shallow or forced, but like a rainbow— born of both rain and sun—arching across the sky. It turns sorrow into dancing, grief into gladness.

“Author of a promise still to come”
Christ is both Author and Composer, writing our future with purpose and singing over us with hope. British weather is notorious for all four seasons in a single day. That morning walk had them all in one hour.
Like the weather, our lives carry sorrow, pain, and waiting—but the story isn’t over.
His promises—of peace, of justice, of eternal life are not forgotten; they are unfolding.

“Singer of a song to be sung”
There is joy not yet revealed.

Glory not yet seen.

A song of praise still unwritten and a melody forming even in the silence.

Just as winter points to spring, the Author of creation points toward the fulfilment of hope yet to come.

God of Colour
All religions are black and white.
They begin with do – steps to climb, laws to follow, rituals to perform.
Religion is built on the weight of human effort, Ziggurats stretching skyward to a god who stays distant unless you prove yourself worthy.
With Christ, it’s not about what we do,
it’s about what He has done…
and He invites us into a relationship full of colour.

Prayer
You are the Artist of the universe, painting mercy, beauty, and hope across the canvas of our lives. Your love falls like rain upon our parched hearts, filling every fracture, renewing every sorrow, and bringing life where there was emptiness. In the quiet moments, in the whispers of wind and the reflection of sunlight on the sea, You reveal Your presence – peace that steadies us, joy that lights the dark, and hope that points to promises still to come.
Lord, may our hearts learn to trust You fully, to receive the vibrant colours of Your love, and to see Your hand at work even in the storms. Let us respond to Your grace today, saying, “Here I am, Lord. Fill me with Your colours, Your hope, and Your life.”