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by me

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
Through deep blue eyes,
Sadness, loneliness,
Ugliness, an insignificant
Voice, screaming to be
Heard amongst the crowd.

God looks at me,
What does He see?
A child He loves,
So much so that
He is blind to the
Dark ash of sin that
Engulfs me.

I ponder this, and realize
I can never find joy in myself,
Until I see myself as my Creator,
God, sees me.
For the true image of a life
Is the image of its Creator.