Mirror, mirror, on the wall -
Who's the fairest one of all?
Whose light in open windows shine?
Is it His - or is it mine?
Are my actions there reflected,
Carved in holy grace perfected?
Is the beauty just skin deep,
Or is it priceless in His keep?
Do I measure up to Him,
Or will I founder in my sin?
Do I have my Father's eyes,
Or is it just a scarce disguise?
What is it that He sees in me
That He would give His life so free?
He sees HIMSELF reflected there,
If I would let Him be so fair!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall -
Who's the fairest One of all?
Christ the Savior seen in me
Will guide and shine for all to see.

05/30/2002

Author's Note: I don't really like how I've ended this; I don't often do rhyme with my work. I couldn't think of any other way to end, while still conveying the message of what I actually did write. All of my stuff is a work in progress.

Posted on 05/30/2002
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