Moonlight through a Stained Glass Window

8/13/14

I opened my eyes to see a blurred image on the floor,

Confused at first, I had to think, I needed to know more.

It was just the moonlight shining through my bedroom window panes,

A window made of colored glass, a window that’s been stained.

It hit me then, the compilation that those factors made,

Reveals to me my character, of how I have betrayed.

I am the moonlight shining down, a reflection of The Son,

I am the glass that’s stained by sin, fractured and redone.

But most of all, I am the blurred image of God’s grace,

It is no wonder others toil to see His Loving Face

 In me.