I look in the mirror and what do I see?
The answer has always been illusive to me.
I see all my failures and mistakes that I’ve made,
And then I remember the price Jesus paid.
My past He has covered, and though it seems strange
He died on the cross for a wondrous exchange.
My sins He did bare when I had naught to give,
He gave me His righteousness that through Him I’d live.
My struggle to see past the person I’ve been
Is now a fight that I know I can win.
He’s done all the work, this I perceive,
All that is left is for me to believe.
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