Worn life can be viewed through these windows
The entrance into what God only knows
And man only titles as existence
Beginning with the hardy resistance
Which has deeply marked the glass
Calling out that none shall pass
Into the other wordly Divine
Pulling away man's mundane life line
The walls echo and creak with stories
Mostly of the sort portraying former glories
That once filled up this tired place
Brimming the building with God's good grace
Yet something still longs to be revived
In this place that had once thrived
Yes life worn away can be seen here
Through the hard glass, so clear
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