Drowning in Humanity

Boundaries in the Glass

Shattered glass lies in her bed.
Some his and some hers.
Trying to make two wholes one by addition verses compromise…
When the only thing that can mend it is heat
But even glass dissipates.

Dear sir would you pick up her broken glass from the streets?
Will you melt in her heart?
Are you worthy to make her whole again?
Please sir! Won't you stop walking by her heart again?

Sure the stained glass of hers looks beautiful.
But it's only the bruises of her past.
If she isn't ready you'll only break her.
All she truly needs is the Savior painted in her window.
And He will lead her to you.