Once windblown sand without direction,
I am now glass, colored by life, faith, and love.
Sand heated, tinted, shaped, and planted,
Part of a larger picture.
Cracks and fissures healed and yet healing,
Whole glass within the framework,
Supported by Spirit,
Surrounded by glass like and unlike me.
Light shines to the world through me, through us,
A piece in the picture of the Bride,
Glass arranged just so to shine light and show the image,
Glass, waiting for the King’s return.
He waits to heat, shape, heal cracks,
And place you just right,
So His light and image can shine on another,
Windblown sand without direction.
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