Pane

Behold, I see heaven
Through glass that is stained,
Panes breathing hope
So divinely ordained.
And as warm light seeps in
It is colored in tones
Giving life to this world
That's so cold and alone.

You can't see the eternal
Till the dust catches flight,
Then it burns beams of glory,
That streaked, newfound light.
For while dust is the saints
For whose deaths we have cried,
The light it reflects is
God beyond the other side.

Oh Child, who sits
In a corner of shade,
By a window that holds
A Man beaten and flayed:
You shall grow and mature
And then give back your soul.
To dust you'll return;
For your Lord you've extolled.

You can't see the eternal
Till the dust catches flight,
Then it burns beams of glory,
That streaked, newfound light.
For while dust is the saints
For whose deaths we have cried,
The light it reflects is
God beyond the other side.

In a window no draperies hide
Stands a man who bleeds from his side.
With hands and feet broken
On planks He is hung,
Yet He tilts his head back
"Oh my Father," He sighs.
The Father's Light pours through the panes
And the people rejoice and exclaim:
Hallelujah
(again)
Hallelujah
And over and over give praise to His Name!

So sayeth The Brad...