I look in the mirror, trying to remember who I am. Is what I see, is everything, I desire to be?
Or is it merely a reflection of exactly who I am.
Sometimes, the unknown drives me into madness. Not being able to understand, who is truly behind the eyes I see.
In my reflection.
The eyes are the window to the soul, but I can not see, all I see is Jesus the
Christ living in me, all I am is all I try to be is good enough be be there one
that I am called to be, the reflex hat I see is who I am but is it all that I can be
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 3:12 AM UTC
I look in the mirror, trying to remember who I am. Is what I see, is everything, I desire to be?
Or is it merely a reflection of exactly who I am.
Sometimes, the unknown drives me into madness. Not being able to understand, who is truly behind the eyes I see.
In my reflection.
The eyes are the window to the soul, but I can not see, all I see is Jesus the
Christ living in me, all I am is all I try to be is good enough be be there one
that I am called to be, the reflex hat I see is who I am but is it all that I can be
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