The Blessing In the Mirror
day I pass the mirror, parading by to see,
are in place or out of place, all making up me.
with each passing year, each day, each hour,
in the mirror at change and see its power.
lift my spirit or cause my head to bow,
Power to help
me truly see the real, I wonder how?
Oh mirror, I see
a gray hair, it wasn’t there yesterday,
wrinkle over my brow, explain mirror, "what do you say?"
Those extra inches and pounds, distorting my view,
Mirror, why are these
changes happening? Maybe, I need to replace you.
Perhaps a little more makeup,
maybe a different reflection I will see,
But makeup is only masking the image;
it’s not really me.
Oh, reliable mirror that lets me see beyond the fake,
Oh, reliable mirror that shows me what I need to see for life’s sake.
Staring in you, I look closely at my life, Oh, so many years,
in you, I become emotional, my eyes fill with tears.
I remember the one in the
mirror, the one I disguised for quite a while,
But as I look at me, today, I see
a blessing in the mirror, and I smile