Stained Glass Without a Sun

I am Stained with colours 

I am Strained of Impurities 

I am etched of poetry 

I am drawn with delicacy 

I am here where you can see

I am drawn so you can understand

My story

My life 

My past, present, and future. . .

But today my stained colours are dim

My impurities back again

My poetry slacked 

And drawn without tact 

For who am I?

To think I could shine brighter then any of you...

I am here where you cannot see 

I am drawn but you cannot understand

My story

My life

My gifts, strengths, and dreams...

I am stained glass without a sun

To shine through me

To shine for me

To shine for you

So we can see...

The beautiful colours that are not made by me...

But for us

So we can see...

Our story

Our life

Our hopes and dreams...

Behold the curtains are drawn

And we hide so ever shamefully 

Take our stained glass, 

Take our colours,

Take...

Our story

Our life

Our past, present, and future...

Our hopes and dreams...

And share it with the world

For stained glass without a sun

Cannot shine on it's own.

Draw up the curtains

And let the sun in.

Glow bright, straight, and true

for our colours are beautiful indeed.

But I need a sun, as do we all

For stained glass without a sun is dim indeed...

Open up your curtains

Let the sun shine through

So our life, our story, our savior...

Can come into.

Our hearts

Our minds

Our souls

For evermore...

Amen.

Matthew 5:14-16

14 “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. 16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.

"My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."