Life is like stained
glass,
We were made for a life
in a Church.
We need to be broken
and shaped,
And for the right
picture to search.
We all have our own
unique colours,
Made to be welded
together.
God uses His iron to
support us,
As He creates each
majestic picture.
When we’re placed high
up in His Church,
For the world and it’s
people to see.
God’s light will be
seen shining through us,
And they’ll know what
they were created to be.
It’s only when we join
together,
While maintaining our
boundaries.
That we create a more
beautiful sight,
Where we can feel safe
with our injuries.
God knows where our
beauty will shine,
He knows all the
colours we’ll match.
Our stained glass is
our wretched lives,
But there’s splendour
in every scratch.
So allow your lives to
be broken,
Yield to God’s shaping
technique.
Let others see the
beauty shining within,
As they encounter the
son that they seek.
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