Feb 2017
I walk through puddles.
Like mirrors.
Beneath my booted feet.
Beholding the beauty.
Of reflections of trees.
Mirror images.
Of the original creation.
Oh may I too,
be a reflection.
Of the beauty of my Lord and King.
May I be.
A mirror image.
Of Him.
Like mirrors.
Beneath my booted feet.
Beholding the beauty.
Of reflections of trees.
Mirror images.
Of the original creation.
Oh may I too,
be a reflection.
Of the beauty of my Lord and King.
May I be.
A mirror image.
Of Him.
2 Corinthians 3:18--"But we all, with unveiled face,
beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory..."
beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory..."
