When I look in the mirror,
Oh, what do I see?
I see the image of my Soul,
Staring back at me.
It's not a beauty queen,
Nor an ogre girl;
Just something in-between;
Like an uncultured pearl.
For the image that I see,
Is deeper than the glass;
It's what's inside my Soul,
My body, I see right past.
Some of you see your flaws,
Others of you see a need;
To change your appearance,
But I, see a Spirit to feed.
If I am made in His image,
I can only hope to see;
When I get to Heaven,
God smiling back at me!
Donna Askew
January 19, 2013
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