LOOKING GLASS
Looking Glass.....
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is blessed most of all,
for blessed am I,
for I am who I am,
because HE made me so.
The Lord moulded
and shaped
this child, into the likeness
of His own image.
This looking glass
of life
into which I gaze,
mirrors one’s past,
present and future
‘Tis the imaginary
I see,
Forgotten have I,
the love and the blessings
poured out on a soul like me.
In the looking glass
looking back at me
is the reflection ME!
For mirrored there
is one’s exterior
that image I see
not the blessings,
not the love the Lord
who has graciously
bestowed on me.
Thus, I now say thank you Lord
for the looking glass
of life,
which looks back me,
and for all Your blessings
I now can see.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who indeed is blessed, most of all.
Mirror, mirror, looking glass……
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