When I look into the mirror,
The fear begins to rise.
For on my face, I see the trace;
The reflection never lies. And the memories seem to haunt me,
It’s hard to face the truth.
While the task to wear another mask;
Has been there since my youth. And as I gazed into the looking glass,
I saw the devastation.
It seems unfair, so much despair;
Have I bound in desolation? So I turned my heart and soul to God,
He saw through the masquerade.
I no longer hide, who I am inside;
He has ended that charade. I have put on holiness and truth,
Love and consecration.
The peace I feel, I can’t conceal;
I’m full of dedication. I pray when someone looks at me,
Even though I lack.
That what they see, inside of me;
Is my reflection showing Christ.