I'm a glass figure that You've lit from the inside. Now I glow Your blues, greens, and yellows.
Each day You make my layers cleaner, glassier, babier. One day soon You'll make me so translucent that all that's seen is the colors. No more of my smudges, just You.
I've grown accustomed to my smudges. Shine them out of me Lord. Your light is all I'm made for.
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