When I Stand in Front of a Mirror

When I stand in front of a mirror,
Do you know what sometimes I see?
An average person is looking back,
And that average person is me.

My reflection is now getting older
My hair is beginning to grey
My nails are chewed down from the worry and stress
Of going to work every day.

I wish my face were much thinner
That my cheekbones were a bit more defined.
And I as I turn and look over my shoulder,
I daren't mention the view from behind!

I know I should smile more often
And not get so easily down
I’d love to be not quite so clumsy
And cause other people to frown

So, how can it be that God loves me?
With my faults and my non-perfect frame.
I wonder at how I see myself
And I wonder if God sees the same.

God’s word says that I am His workmanship
That I am fearfully and wonderfully made
That I’m the ultimate of all his creation
And on the day I was born, there was praise

God says I was chosen before time had begun
To be blameless and holy and pure
To be seated with Him in the heavenlies
And in His truth to be safe and secure.

He says that I am now His dwelling place
Where he is pleased to live by his spirit
He has made me a part of his family
An heir, with His riches to inherit.

So now, as I look in the mirror
I see with new eyes what I should
I cannot be average at all, not one bit
Because God said himself, “It is good.”