Kaleidoscope

Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright, Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky. Oh, how we have fallen, slivers of ourselves are we, Blood red pieces from His crown of thorns. Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky, Now, mere broken bits are we, a kaleidoscopic sigh. Blood red pieces from His crown of thorns laying shattered beside the leaf green of Mary’s lily. Now, mere broken bits are we, a kaleidoscopic sigh, imprisoned in a hollow form no more to see the sun, laying shattered beside the leaf green Of Mary’s lily, a childish offering preordained, fallen glory, pretty toy. Imprisoned in a hollow form no more to see the sun, oh, how we have fallen, slivers of ourselves are we. A childish offering preordained, fallen glory, pretty toy. Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright.