Trigger warning[religion] Made a poem that I am thinking of turning into a hymn

All my life I have thought that my colors were sin. All my life I was told that they were my greatest shame. And I believed them! With my whole heart! And I tried to wash, them, off, but they wouldn’t fade. And so I washed and I washed and I washed but they wouldn’t come off. And so I sought and I sought and I sought and he opened the gates. As I learned, he showed me the colors he gave! And I saw! That I polished them clean! And that’s when I learned! He is a God that makes the worst things great! And that’s when I learned! That he does all things for our good AND his glory! And so I don’t hide my colors anymore for they glisten like gemstones! And I don’t hide my colors anymore for they are a kaleidoscope outshining a rainbow! And I don’t hide my colors no more for they remind me that the gifts he gives are made wonderful through trial. Amen.