‘Perennial’ and ‘Stained Glass Window’ — Two Poems by Jude Nixon (age 16)

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Perennial

by Jude Nixon (age 16)

Springtime comes, violets peek
Veiled in purple robes
Blossom up, year after year
Bringing smiles, renewing hope.

Roses red, like scarlet blood
Every spring reborn
A symbol of unending love
Wrapped in a crown of thorns.

Jesus comes to the cross
Veiled in purple robes
Nailed to the cross of Calvary
Rescues us, renews our hope.

There He shed scarlet blood
To let us be reborn
A symbol of unending love
Wrapped in a crown of thorns.

Violets wilt, and roses die
Jesus died that day
To save the world from its sins
But will dead they stay?

No! Up from the ground, violets sprout
And roses bloom from seeds so small
Jesus too rose from his grave!
Why? Cause heโ€™s a perennial!


Stained Glass Window

by Jude Nixon (age 16)

Pieces of broken glass
Jagged, rough, and stained
Possessed no beauty on their own
But yet, they were claimed.

For someone put them together
The jagged, the rough, the stained
Creating a work of art
Raised to a window frame.

The light shines through the window
Making stains, colors of life
A kaleidoscope of those transformed
Made beautiful by the light.

The stained glass tells a story
Of the one who made it new.
The stained glass shares its journey
A journey I share too.

I was lost and broken
Jagged, rough, and stained
Possessing no beauty on my own
And yet, I am claimed.

By the one who put me together
Who saved me from bitter sin
Whoโ€™s creating a work of art
Since I was raised to life in Him.

His light is shining through me
His light can shine through you
He transforms all stains to beauty
Gives hope and makes us new.


About the Poet

Jude Nixon is a 16-year-old who loves using God’s creation and beauty as inspiration for his poetry. He lives in Ohio with his parents and two brothers and enjoys writing, painting, running, and playing guitar and piano. To God be all the glory! “Therefore, whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God” — 1 Corinthians 10:31


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