by Wendye Savage
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Greatest truth bearer of all:
You know exactly what I think of me
Regardless to what others see:
There is no escaping your story told
You look down into my soul:
I’m a blessed descendent of Abraham
My father is the Great I Am.
When I’m alone, just you and me
I’m entertaining royalty:
So I treat me like the queen I am
Daughter of the Great I Am:
Loving imperfections one and all
In the mirror, mirror on the wall.
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