It's a Living Word we're given
And it lives in each one's sphere
And it shows its rule in happenings
And friendships held most dear.
Though it speaks of ancient Abraham
And of Joseph behind bars
It will grab the timeless human hope
And offer it the stars.
It will sing in David's loneliness
And soothe in Job's dread pain
And will walk with Christ up Calvary
Till the grave gives up the slain.
It is one more blessed circle
Like the sun or seasons 'round
First a Garden's shameful folly
Last a Garden's Grace re-found.
As a child holds up the eye-glass
And its colours mix and move
So the scriptures' application
Always love and mercy prove.
And the fragments' vivid colours
Share a multitude of views
Though each piece of glass is constant
Ever true to our Good News.
There's an orange for flesh and folly
There's a blue for Heaven's call
There's a red for sin's blood ransom
And a black for Eden's Fall.
There's a green for new life budding
And a violet regal throne
And a golden treasured harvest
Made by Jesus' pain His own.