GOD’S MIRROR

Take a look in the mirror. Tell me, what do you see?
Now consider the image that reflects off of me…
As you look for a moment and pause for a stare,
Are you sure that your likeness is all you see there?

For the one in this mirror, though he fits like a glove,
Is made in the image of the One up above.
The outward appearance may disguise what’s inside,
But your actions reveal if the Spirit resides.

Do the eyes of redemption peer out from your face?
Or a look that condemns those whom He’s given grace?
Do you hear with your ears when one cries out in pain?
Does silence resound when His Voice calls your name?

Do your lips speak with truth? Do they talk of His word?
Do lies and deception bring what you deserve?
Do your arms reach for those who are hurting inside?
Do you hold them or scold them while floundering in pride?

Do your hands touch the lives He has asked you to heal?
Or turn from the burdens and the blessings you steal?
Do your feet walk with mercy? Do they move to defend?
Do they stand with resentment? Do they race to offend?

Does the fruit in your life reflect all that He’s earned?
Or a field dry and barren that yields no return?
On the day of your judgment, once again, you will stand.
But the view you will see will be lost to your hand.

Will Jesus agree that you walked in His way?
Or will penalty’s cost be the price you must pay?
God’s Mirror reflects what our eyes cannot see.
As you stand here before me, how now do you plea?

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DO YOU EVER CLOSE YOUR EYES, LORD?

Do You ever close your eyes, Lord, when You think of all You’ve done?
Does Your splendor incontestably proclaim that You’re the One?
Do You ever nod Your head, Lord, when You hear the angels sing?
Do their Holy sounds whisk You away as joyous praise they bring?

Do You ever sing a melody that soothes You when You’re low?
Or dance a little Holy jig in the pleasure that You know?
Does something cause You laughter, Lord? If so, what might that be?
Chuckles from my sovereign God, now that’s a sight to see!

Do You have a favorite flower, Lord? Is there one we have not seen?
Do You hold the light and shape a bloom to form a floral dream?
Do You ever close Your eyes, Lord, and slumber through the night?
Or does the rest You give to us move far beyond Your sight?

Do You ever feel the pain of life and shed a single tear?
Do dismal clouds come near You, Lord, or does sorrow run in fear?
Do You ever feel the loneliness that causes us such pain?
That void that makes us reach for You so life’s not lived in vain.

Do You ever need to step away and pause from all You see?
Does a stroll upon Your crystal lake bring You serenity?
Will You ever share Your secrets, Lord? Will You tell me what You know?
Like how You form a baby born and cause his seed to grow?

Do the animals give You praise,my Lord? What makes the sky so blue?
What day will grace Your Son’s return and bring us home to You?

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THE AUTHOR OF LIFE

His thoughts are in motion, His pen is in hand.
His design is a notion awaiting command.
His words, as He speaks them, give Life to behold.
Revelation is written, His story is told..

The sound of His voice spark the powers that be.
All eyes be upon Him – all creation will see
The depth of His wisdom in the smallest detail,
The breadth of His splendor in the grandest of scale.

His commission assigned, for all will be told
A silver-tongued message through silence of gold:
“Cry out in the wilderness with a voice that’s not heard.
Speak boldly in Christ though you won’t say a word.”

As He beckons, I kneel. As He humbles, I pray.
I’m a mind open to Him empowered each day.
With fire consuming and a charge set apart,
The Author of Life writes His word on my heart.

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