Candidate for Heaven...

I look in the mirror

And I know full-well

I am a perfect candidate

For hell

When I think of all my failures,

Stumbles, fumbles, foolishness

When I know that I will repeat

The very things that I detest

When I think of my guilt and greed

And ever-present pride

In spite of knowing that for me

A loving Savior died

When I know every secret,

Every wasted taste of air

Where I have spilled my grumbling voice

Instead of grateful prayer

Yes, when I look square in the mirror

Beyond what eyes can see

I blush, ashamed at the reflection

Staring back at me

For I know without question

What lies past those eyes full-well

And I know that I am

A perfect candidate for hell

But then, ah, I remember

That it is not in what I’ve done

That I am saved, but by the grace

Of Jesus Christ, God’s Son

And once again I stare into

The face looking at me

And breathe a prayer, Oh thank-you Lord

For grace that sets me free

© Janet Martin