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.