Poem#52 My Mirror
Use to see people with tattoos with rings in noses & think
That’ll never be me will keep my flesh pure & clean of that
Until found myself looking in My Mirror seeing exactly that
Don’t want to be so proud losing sight of where Jesus found me
Wondering Lost without identity trying to find where we belong
Looking like a Van gogh while feeling like Fridge Art
Seeing people doing alcohol on TV doing drugs,smoking
That’ll never be me keep my mind free, lungs clear of that
Until found myself looking in My Mirror smoke coming out
We all have our habitats drug of choice called Sin in our Heart
We’re too busy judging a neighbor’s eye to see forests growing
More then logs in our own eyes in need of Spit & mud of Jesus
Commiting Sin & thinking Sin is one in the same like Lies to Murder
So when we say don’t want to be Christian like that Our Mirror shows
The Chiefs of all Sinners looking back at me Chief like Apostle Paul
Looking in My Mirror the eyes of Jesus God’s Word on the Cross
The Death should’ve been mine for thinking lies of being better
When I was given Mercy & Grace like the Murderer set free
When we get to Heaven in the House of God will see Masterpieces
The Life in ourselves we found was broken & no wear near art worthy
God’s Fridge shows what God saw as the Father My Mirror reflected
While My Mirror showed My faults wasn’t better then my Neighbor’s
My Mirror also showed how Better off I was when changing to reflect
Kneeling like a Servant no longer a Chief Sinner, but Jesus seeing Jesus
Use to see people with tattoos with rings in noses & think
That’ll never be me will keep my flesh pure & clean of that
Until found myself looking in My Mirror seeing exactly that
Don’t want to be so proud losing sight of where Jesus found me
Wondering Lost without identity trying to find where we belong
Looking like a Van gogh while feeling like Fridge Art
Seeing people doing alcohol on TV doing drugs,smoking
That’ll never be me keep my mind free, lungs clear of that
Until found myself looking in My Mirror smoke coming out
We all have our habitats drug of choice called Sin in our Heart
We’re too busy judging a neighbor’s eye to see forests growing
More then logs in our own eyes in need of Spit & mud of Jesus
Commiting Sin & thinking Sin is one in the same like Lies to Murder
So when we say don’t want to be Christian like that Our Mirror shows
The Chiefs of all Sinners looking back at me Chief like Apostle Paul
Looking in My Mirror the eyes of Jesus God’s Word on the Cross
The Death should’ve been mine for thinking lies of being better
When I was given Mercy & Grace like the Murderer set free
When we get to Heaven in the House of God will see Masterpieces
The Life in ourselves we found was broken & no wear near art worthy
God’s Fridge shows what God saw as the Father My Mirror reflected
While My Mirror showed My faults wasn’t better then my Neighbor’s
My Mirror also showed how Better off I was when changing to reflect
Kneeling like a Servant no longer a Chief Sinner, but Jesus seeing Jesus