When I look into the mirror,
The fear begins to rise.
For on my face, I see the trace;
The mirror never lies.

And the memories seem to haunt me,
It's hard to face the truth.
While the task to wear another mask;
Has been there since my youth.

And as I gazed into the looking glass,
I saw the devastation.
It seems unfair, so much despair;
Has

me bound in desolation.

So I turned my heart and soul to God,
He saw through the masquerade.
I no longer hide, who I am inside;
He has ended that charade.

I have put on holiness and truth,
Love and consecration.
The peace I feel, I can't conceal;
I'm full of dedication.

I pray when someone looks at me,
Even though I lack.
That what they see, inside of me;
Is Christ reflecting back.