Unbroken
Shattered pieces hold fast together, 

unlike a stained-glass window.

Can’t see much of life through this heart;

This house is just to show.

Of course I want zillions of people to stay; 

To feast from my Father’s Table….

But I haven’t had much time to clean;

The open door’s left things disheveled.

Fragmentalize the windows!!

Grind them to dust!

Let the Light flood through

And start cleaning with Trust!

‘Cause I started now since Dad’s closed the door…. 

I can see this place taking shape!

A whole lot can be done in a lil bit of time

Just with a pinch of Grace.

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