Look at this mirror and what do you see Is everything as it should be Built for a purpose by the Great King To bear His image, to reflect His glory But poor is my reflection, failed is my story I am a mirror now shattered and deformed A new image I did try to show One that I chose, a reflection of my own Created for the Holy, I chose my own glory Broken and cracked from the weight of my sin Doomed for destruction, no more hope therein But rather than demolish, He chose to refurbish My frame was once splintered and dented Now it is sanded and carefully mended Coated in a stain that was red of His making The glass that fractured and poorly reflecting Now replaced by a new understanding His intended image now my countenance
Monday, July 18, 2016
Mirror
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