Mirror





When I look at the mirror, 
I cry, I sigh… 
I see an imperfect child of God 


I see my big eyes and bulging eye bags, 
The lines of my face, 
My crooked lips and ears 



I see the age in my white hair 
The fat body that sags 
Sadness that can't be denied.



When God looks at me, 
He sees my eyes that cares for her loved ones, 
The tears from sacrifices...
He sees my lips that encourages and the ears that listens,



When God sees my white hair, He sees my wisdom in years 
My fat body -- a healthy soul 
An overflowing love for His people. 



When I look at the mirror, 
I smile, I laugh…. 



And one day soon, I will see as God sees me …

an imperfect child but always perfect in His love.

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