At the Mirror, what do you see?
In Morning’s light, what can that be?
You fuss and fool with every hair,
To keep your looks so fine and fair?
But beauty in itself will fade,
And shining hair will turn to grey.
Your looks, your health, your age, your song,
These things may not last too long.
If a Boy will not look past
The outer shell that will not last,
Then he is not worth your time,
He will not love you past your prime.
Look instead unto a man,
Who sees the thing you really have.
The inner beauty, rare and fine;
Eternal soul that God designed.
