Stained Glass

Let Your waves and wonders sweep over me.

Wash over my sandcastle because it's killing me.

God break out of the stained glass.

Break out of the Sunday script.

For I have become my enemy.

I told You I don't like time. Yet somehow this temporary place will carry us into the eternal things, and our vapor will morph into forever.

But now I'm a sleeper, a sleeper You're waking- as Lover and Lion You wait for me. Your words are new and I need them; I don't know what it is I'm running to.

Jesus break out of my stained glass,

break out of my stained glass picture of You.

Psalm 42:7

"From now on I will tell you of new things,

of hidden things unknown to you."

Isaiah 48:6