Snow Globe

Muffled voices of people looking in.
I see their lips are moving, but is it they are saying?
Do they look on me with envy of a world that seems so perfect?
Or do they see these glass walls as a fragile prison cell?
They shake these walls and watch as the snow slowly falls.
It looks so cold...it is not real though. I feel nothing.
Everything is in it's place, and the picture is just perfect.
Turned upside down and yet still nothing changes.
Who wants a life like that?
I'll take the mess that everyone can see,
for it shows the reality of me.
A disaster waiting to happen, yet somehow wrapped in grace.
Don't be so disturbed when you see tears on my face.
Tears are signs that My God is working, and that I am not alone.
When everything turns upside down and nothing is left in place,
That is a sign that My God is moving.