ROSE COLORED STAIN GLASS WINDOWS
(JARS OF CLAY/ORIGINALLY PETRA)
Another sleepy Sunday safe within the walls,
A tired and dieing world in desperation calls,
But no one hears the cries or knows what they're about...
All the doors are locked within- or is it from without?
Looking through rose colored stained glass windows,
Never allowing the world to come in,
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain,
Making the light as it comes from within so dim...
Along your doorstep lay the masses in decay...
Ignore them long enough, maybe they'll go away...
When you have so much you think you have so much to lose.
You think you have no lack, but you're really destitute.
Looking through rose colored stained glass windows,
Never allowing the world to come in,
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain,
Making the light as it comes from within so dim...
Looking through rose colored windows,
Won't allow the world to come in,
Feel no pain; seeing no evil,
Makes the light that comes from within
So dim...