Thursday, November 1, 2007

Rainbow

You put a rainbow in my sky when it is dark.

I want to be a prism, Lord
Bars of gilded light
Glistening with Your glory
Through the darkest night

I want to be a looking glass

You may peer into
To see Your perfect image there

Shining back at You

I want to be a candlestick

By Your Spirit lit
So others find their way to You
From the glow of it


I pray to be all three, dear Lord
Reflections clear to view
But make it so when others look
They won't see me, but You