I look in the mirror
But I don't see
The face that's looking
Back at me.
I thought I would be different,
I thought the pain would show,
But as I look into the mirror,
No one would ever know.
Appearing well and healthy,
The pain locked deep inside,
I'm sure that others never see
The silent tears I've cried.
The longing to be so much more,
To feel my life's a blessing,
To know that I will hear, "Well done,"
After my final testing.
I look in the mirror
But I don't see
The face that's looking
Back at me.
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Carol, I see that face and it is beautiful, shining with His love and glory for all to see and for all to know His grace and mercy with your encouraging poetry and anointed words of hope. Thank You for all that you are! Love you, debby
