[Verse 1] They taught me every window Was a sermon made of light, Broken pieces bound together, Made magnificent by night. They said suffering had purpose, Every sorrow served some good, So I learned to call it sacred Long before I understood. [Pre-Chorus] They said every break had meaning, Every wound would lead me through, So I spent my whole damn childhood Trying to make their promise true. [Chorus] They say the glass was broken So the light could make it through. Is that what You were doing When You let them break me too? Was I shattered for the beauty? Was the hurting somehow planned? You needed all these pieces— Is that why You put me in their hands? I can see the colors now, But I still have to ask: Did You make me for the light, Or did I make light from the glass? [Verse 2] People love a resurrection When they never saw you fall, Love to call the scars a blessing When they never bled at all. They say, “Look how strong it made you,” Like that settles what it cost, Like becoming something beautiful Means I needed what I lost. [Pre-Chorus] So God, I need an answer— Was their cruelty Your design? If You knew that they would break me, Why’d You leave their hands in mine? [Chorus] They say the glass was broken So the light could make it through. Is that what You were doing When You let them break me too? Was I shattered for the beauty? Was the hurting somehow planned? You needed all these pieces— Is that why You put me in their hands? I can see the colors now, But I still have to ask: Did You make me for the light, Or did I make light from the glass? [Bridge] I don’t think You get the credit For the woman I became. Your church can answer for the breaking; I’ll take credit for the change. Every color in this window, Every way I learned to shine— You may have watched me shatter, But the masterpiece is mine. [Final Chorus] They say the glass was broken So the light could make it through. Is that what You were doing When You let them break me too? Was I shattered for the beauty? Was the hurting somehow planned? You needed all these pieces— Is that why You put me in their hands? I can see the colors now, But I still have to ask: Did You make me for the light, Or did I make light from the glass?
