Showing posts with label mirror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mirror. Show all posts

Monday, December 15, 2014

If The Looking-glass Revealed The Truth...



Oh, if the looking-glass would show us as we truly are
Then we would blush and rush to hide beneath night’s deepest bar
And we would cry aloud, not proud, knowing our need of grace
From Heaven’s One one who gave His Son to save this wretched race

…and we would see Calvary’s tree and those thieves at His side
Would not be nameless but would look a lot like you and I
And if the looking-glass revealed what skin veils like a sheet
Then we would fall upon our knees and kiss Love’s nail-scarred feet

...and our boast would ever be the Love of Jesus Christ
Bethlehem’s Babe who came to be a Lamb of sacrifice
Once and for all; oh, is there any that can out-love He
Who laid His hands beneath the nails and died for you and me?

Yes, if the looking-glass would show us how we really are
Then we would bow and worship mercy’s bright and Morning Star
And if the looking glass revealed more than flesh-face and hand
Then we would love, knowing without God’s grace ah, who would stand?

© Janet Martin
 
 If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
    O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
    that you may be feared. Ps. 130:3-4


May He, Jesus be the One we worship this Christmas season,
May joy not the be the tree, presents or any other reason
But may it be, as we behold Jesus the Christ-child King
An over-flowing gladness the makes heaven's joy-bells ring...


 
  

Monday, November 12, 2012

Because She Understands





When I am brave
I peer into the mirror
And look straight into the eyes that I cannot gyp
Because I know her better
Than anyone else
How she aches at the touch of the moments that slip
And how her face
Is a misleading veneer
To the passion and folly and wonder that throbs
In misconstrued messages
Floundering clumsily
In sighs or silence, in laughter, in sobs
For there are no words
To accurately spell
Her deepest fulfillment or daring demands
But when I am brave
I look in the mirror
Straight into her eyes because she understands

© Janet Martin