Stained Glass Window

Lord as much as I wish that I had it together

Your Grace was once shown when you parted the sea

Sometimes I feel like a fabric unraveling

But a veil was once torn and it changed history!

Make my life like a stained glass window

So others may see you through my brokenness

Shine your light through my stained glass window

Until that day when you call me to rest.

My cup’s full of fear that spills over the edges

But you once spilled your blood

And your blood set me free

At times I feel lost and like death is around me

But you conquered the grave and you claimed victory!

Make my life like a stained glass window

So others may see you through my brokenness

Shine your light through my stained glass window

Until that day when you call me to rest.

I may be broken but you have the pieces

Each is a color that speaks of your Might

Make me transparent so the world sees you through me

Shine through me, Jesus and give me your light.

Make my life like a stained glass window

So others may see you through my brokenness

Shine your light through my stained glass window

Until that day when you call me to rest.

All my weaknesses right now

Are all helping me somehow

Someday I’ll be whole

But I’m glad to know

Today I’m a stained glass window.

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From the Author:

Often overwhelmed by my own lack of stability and wholeness, I sat down to pen the words of this song over two years ago after I realized the Holy Book I looked to often painted pictures of brokenness and lackluster individuals in a favorable light. See, I was called to be a Christian not because I am perfect, but rather, because only Jesus can make me into something that I am not.

I am not strong, but He works in my weaknesses. I am not brave, but He puts me in positions where I have to rely on Him to make me courageous. I am not whole, but He makes up for my imperfections. I am a Christian because I need Jesus. That is what the lyrics to this song are all about. I am grateful that I serve a God that makes a way through the sea and brings dry bones to life. If he can restore what everyone else has rejected, then I know He can make something beautiful out of all my brokenness.

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