If grace had a color,
Don’t you think it’d be blue?
Blue like the clear sky or the ocean seen from up high.
If grace has a color, I believe it to be blue.
Blue like the glimpse of bird wing resting for a tiny time or captured by my eye, in the periphery flying by.
If grace had a color, it’d be blue I believe.
Blue almost grey like a feather, a tint so faintly blue that might welcome our wrapping up cocoon like in its covers, the blue that says I see your sorrow, it will not last forever; lie down now.
Rest here in this grace.
Or blue like cobalt, strong and weighty in hue, secure
Or like sapphire, a richly wrapped paper covered box placed in front of you at the table.
A glorious presentation.
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—”
Ephesians 2:8 NIV