When I look in the mirror, who do I see?
Is that image reflected true?
Is it an illusion of who I've become?
It screams back, "Stranger who are you?"
When I look in the mirror, what do I feel?
Do I LOVE the eyes staring at me?
Or are they a symbol of secret hurts,
That clouded my ability to be?
When I look in the mirror, why do I cry?
Am I searching for a lost life?
Am I really JUST a chameleon, who faithfully changes,
From mother to lover to wife?
When I look in the mirror, does my heart truly know
There is a wonderful soul deep inside?
Do I refuse to let myself see who I am?
Do I just allow my self-worth to slide?
When I look in the mirror, what do I see?
I think I am starting to see the truth.
Jesus is finally breaking the walls,
I am forgiven and free from MY youth.
When I look in the mirror, who do I see?
Through the eyes of THIS stranger, I think I finally see ME