MENDED GLASS
Your life is like a stained glass window.
Tender love caressed each puzzle piece
In the fingers of Our God and High Priest....
Before time began
the vision did stand.
Cut and edge, polish blend"
Impregnate then.
Tender love caressed each puzzle piece
In the fingers of Our God and High Priest....
Before time began
the vision did stand.
Cut and edge, polish blend"
Impregnate then.
The womb of Heaven descend!
Eden's realm a torrent stay.
We grow and love
And learn to play.
Blending rythmn to the end.
Along the way
The Master's Touch
does piece the parts
of a brokenheart.
Tis all there in the Master's lair.
He knew what needed
in Universe' bend:
A call for healing
where glass does mend.
We grow and love
And learn to play.
Blending rythmn to the end.
Along the way
The Master's Touch
does piece the parts
of a brokenheart.
Tis all there in the Master's lair.
He knew what needed
in Universe' bend:
A call for healing
where glass does mend.
The womb of Heaven ascend!
I received this poem Word this morning in my reading time. It goes with the painting:
MENDED GLASS. A "Rhema" call for "healing." "Amen!"
MENDED GLASS. A "Rhema" call for "healing." "Amen!"
Later, I realized there also is a "Rhema" call for "Prayer." As God lays His burdens in the womb of our hearts, we can pray His burden back to Him in prayer that is known as Prophetic Prayer.
Thus, I changed the second line: The womb of Heaven descend to "ascend." Prayer!
Painting and Poem by Rita Burton November 29, 2014
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