The Mirror

In the image of God, I was created to be
Yet that is not what, in the mirror, I see
I see the young girl who was teased and made fun
I see the teen feeling awkward and dumb

I hear the lies saying I’m not enough
Those others are better and have the right stuff
I wonder who loves me and who just pretends
I struggle with wondering when it will end

If I buy the right handbag or maybe that dress
Then with all the stuff, I’ll feel like the rest
This can’t be the way it was meant to be
Does anyone else long to be free

I look at God‘s Word and I see a new view
A woman who’s loved and restored and made new
How do I release all the lies of the past
And walk in the freedom and can freedom last


God sent His own Son, to take pain away
To show me the truth and teach me His way
He molded and shaped me with His special care
And loves who I am from my toes to my hair

His grace is sufficient, if just I would cling
He wraps me in righteousness for He is my King
The old He makes new, giving beauty for ashes
His Image revealed as I live out His fashion

He starts with my heart and then overflows
To envelope me fully in His royal clothes
His princess forever is who I will be
Gone are the lies I am finally free

The mirror reminds me at times of my past
So to Jesus I run for style that lasts


Dianne Lombardo ©2009