The Mirror

I looked into the mirror
And I was shocked to see
My sweet Savior, Jesus
Standing next to me.

I surely must be dreaming
What was he doing here?
Were my eyes deceiving me?
Or, could he really be so near?

I closed my eyes and looked again
And he gave me a big grin
Just by the look on his face
I knew he'd be with me to the end.

From now on when I have self-doubt
I know alone I'll never be
I'll just look into the mirror
And I'll see Jesus there with me.

©Rebecca Rence
2005
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