Lord, standing there at the mirror,
Seeing the windows of my soul,
I noticed a glimmer not there before,
Not there, when I was not whole.

I was seeing a slow motion movie,
Of the struggles I would not share,
It was so dark and full of shadows,
Back then, I didn't think You would care.

At times the picture would brighten,
I could see laughter and carefree hearts,
But soon a dim, clouded image,
Would again show the many false starts.

Finally, as if in the purest of light,
I could see myself fall to my knees,
The image sharp and colorful,
As You heard to my unworthy pleas.

Two arms surrounded by the purest white,
Came clearly through the mist,
Hands so gently stroked my hair,
As my soul was tenderly kissed;

By the grace of Your sweet mercy,
Those burdens You lifted away,
Forgiving all of my past mistakes,
Giving me strength for each new day.

Now those windows are gleaming,
Those eyes looking almost brand new,
Reflection of starlight glistens,
As the spark of Your love shines through.