MIRROR

I look in the mirror and what do I see
            Your ageing creation, reflecting at me
            A mask that is hiding the truth of my being
            Am I the person you think you are seeing?
            The Spirit is in there, doing His best
            To clean up the years of unholy mess
            If only I'd help Him, by doing my part
            The light of the gospel would be a start
            Shining into pools of gloom
            Rooms of pleasure, halls of doom
            Caverns fighting to be free
            Of chains that bind the inner me
            Yes, I've faith that one fine day
            And for this I gladly pray
            I will be at one with He
            Who died a dreadful death for me.

Thank you !