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In His Image by Patricia Joan Polhans I gazed into a looking glass Profound at what I saw 'Twas a man with a beard For I saw his whiskered jaw. As I viewed this new image He looked right back at me Gentle eyes full of passion I knew this could not be me. He did not speak a word As the mirror did reflect A courageous man of valor Of whom I must respect. As my mind began to ponder This image before my eyes I new it was my Savior My dear, precious Christ. Oh, that I could touch But a portion of his brow Hand pressed 'gainst the mirror But he vanished then, somehow. I sat there with his image Still fresh within my mind Stunned that I had taken on The likeness of my Christ. "And just as we have borne the likeness of the earthly man, so shall we bear the likeness of the man from heaven." I. Cor. 15:49 |
Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.