Look in the mirror and what do I see?

A reflection of all my Imperfections. 

Even in the darkest hour, when I have lost all my power —

I know I’m safe as I rest in embrace. For in this case, I carry his grace —

In the Echos of a silent plea and when my mind begins to flee, he speaks to me from a tree.

Throughout many days of wandering in the deep, I found the garden where roses weep…

And when sorrow storm clouds draw near, I shall have no more fear.

For which the sun heard my cries and turned them into clear skies,

It may have took a gentle shove but I have found love from up above. 

Now I look in the mirror and what do I see? 

A story of redemption for a beautiful, imperfect reflection.

Sweetly, 

Samantha