seeing me, seeing him...

Turning to the mirror,
Seeing me;
Knowing that I don't like
What I see.

Turning to the Word,
Seeing Him;
How can I be useful
In my sin?

It's hard for me to hold my hope
In such dirty hands.
Is it true nothing is impossible;
Am I still in your plans?

Seeing me,
I feel like I can't run this race.
Seeing You,
Your glory fills this place.

Seeing me,
I tire of self-examination.
Seeing You,
I'm speechless, as in Revelation.

You tell me to imitate You;
The standard is set too high.
I continue to self-incriminate,
daily caught in a lie.

Seeing me,
Hope is only found in Another.
Seeing You,
Hope is closer than a brother.

Forgive me for I have sinned
As I stair at my dirty plans.
I will not let go of your grip;
As my dirt dissappears,
in your blood soaked hands

~1995 Vaughn Wood