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House of GlassĀ
Fish bowl living is not an easy life.
Be careful what you say in your moment of strife.
It can be an invasion of rights, no privacy, no grace.
You can prove to the world your mouth is full of mace.
The house of glass is so delicate, so fragile.
People feel no remorse to throw a stone so casual.
Knock too hard, and the panes may just shatter.
They don’t think twice to have their circle full of chatter.
The fish bowl can get crowded as others try to see.
No matter how hard they imagine, their lives will never be.
When you’re on the outside looking in, you think you know it all.
When you’re on the inside searching out, you realize how easy is the fall.
Penned – MG – 3/30/16
In the Image of You
Staring at the reflection in the glass, I wonder what is to become of me.
A wretched, lost and weary soul is all that I can possibly see.
Oh, how desperately I desire to be made brand new.
How could I have ever been formed in the image of You?
You are so majestic, so serene and so Mighty.
I am so lost without You and can take things too lightly.
You are so faithful, so patient and so kind.
I am so self-consumed, thinking only of my time.
Looking into the glass so darkly, all I can see is muck and mire.
A moment of peace in a life half-spent is all I can possibly desire.
Oh, how desperately I need to be rescued.
How could I have ever been formed in the image of You?
You are so divine, so magnificent and so eternal.
I am so lost without you and can make things too comfortable.
You are so loving, so merciful and so just.
I am so unfaithful, thinking only of my lust.
Gazing at the shattered glass, all I can see is fragments and pieces.
A ray of hope in a broken heart is all I can possibly seize.
Oh, how desperately I long for You to be all that’s true.
How could I have been formed in the image of You?
You are so amazing, so incredible and so awesome.
I am so lost without You and can make things, oh, so dumb.
You are so forgiving, so compassionate and so Sovereign.
I am now so blood-washed, thinking only of my pardon.
Penned – MG – 10/21/02
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