Kaleidoscopic

It's a Living Word we're given And it lives in each one's sphere And it shows its rule in happenings And in friendships held most dear. Though it speaks of ancient Abraham And of Joseph behind bars It will grab the timeless human hope And offer it the stars. It will sing in David's loneliness And soothe in Job's dread pain And will walk our Christ up Calvary Till the grave gives up the slain. It is one more blessed circle Like the sun or seasons round First a Garden's shameful folly Last a Garden's Grace re-found. As a child holds up the eye-glass And its colours mix and move So the scriptures' application Always love and mercy prove. And the fragments' vivid colours Share a multitude of views Though each piece of glass is constant Ever true to our Good News. There's an orange for flesh and folly There's a blue for Heaven's call There's a red for sin's blood ransom And a black for Eden's Fall. There's a green for new life budding And a violet regal throne And a golden treasured harvest Made by Jesus' pain His own.