STAINED GLASS
Broken pieces, shattered life
Shards of rugged edges, sharp as a knife
Many to put back together, scattered aside
Glue them, take them, fix them again
Whatever it takes, find a blend
Will someone help, I want to mend
Colors of crimson, cyan, lapis, and amber
Don’t worry, I will help you remember
The past behind you is now getting further
What you see broken and useless is a work of art
I have all I need to mend your broken heart
Leave it to me, trusting me is just the start
The beauty of pain is not the moment it begins
As writhing agony may not make sense
But under the presence of brokenness, a newness ascends
I don’t understand, please show me the way
Take my fears with my mind don’t play
All I can see is broken pieces, Lord what shall I pray?
Pray you see what I see. There is no mistake, just ask.
All those pieces have a purpose that will last.
Put together perfectly to create beautiful stained glass.