Stained Glass Holiness

Lord, I know you can see
through my pain—the misery
of trying  to look holy but
not be holy; the hypocrisy
of living like stained glass:
Beautiful on the outside,

Hiding what’s inside.

O Lord, make my pane anew:
clear, open to being opened.
And give my church some
windex to see the filth inside.

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