Window Pain
Baby blue or green or brown,
Eyes say much without a sound.
I see into your window pain,
Emotions that still bring the rain.
I see the pain that no one hears—
Discomfort, shame, uncertainties.
Let Me break your window pain
And make those dull eyes clear again.
I’ll wash them gently with my love,
Anoint them with My Gentle Dove.
I’ll wipe your eyes and kiss your face,
So you can see amazing grace.
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2015 Elaine Beachy
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