Will You intersect all my pieces with Your peace--
The peace that's found in experiencing You?
Will You kaleidoscope the disjointed pieces
Into rainbow-dyed prisms of promises kept and the still coming true?
Saved by Your healing;
Framed by Your grace,
Will You take the rough grains
And melt them with mercy
Til each shard is transformed to stained glass, God
All for You,
Til Your light's spilling through
Copyright 2014 Angela M. Byrd