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Stained Glass (A Poem)

Stained glass

Stained can mean a mess to be covered or removed. 

Some see ruin beyond repair and others just stare.

What if 

The stain is no mistake; it’s on purpose for us to take.

The blood that trickled down His hands and brow onto the ground 

Is the very thing that marks the way from lost to found. 

The fragile substance that makes a window we see through, 

Is similar to the substance that makes up me and you.

It’s breakable and beautiful, sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear. 

But even when it’s tinted, there’s nothing to fear. 

It can be beveled,bulletproof and crown; 

It can be shattered and stained, picked up and laid down. 

When these jagged pieces come together in the new, 

We see another story being told that tells of You.

Jesus stained that glass and He’s the Gold that is the glue. 

Making this reflective coloring Book, letting the light shine on the pews.

We are the Church, the Body and the Bride;

The humility of Jesus leads to laid down pride. 

Christ redefined stained and took the break for our glass.

When He said it is finished, he built us to last! 

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