God’s son was born on earth.
They say a virgin gave him birth.
His words remind us of our worth,
Give hope of heavenly mirth.
He brought the gifts of love-
To cure our bad eyesight.
But we don’t want to see,
Have the painfulness of light.
We love our flaws without knowing,
Even when the effects are growing.
We rage when someone points them out,
We’d rather stay in dark and doubt.
Than have our weakness showing
But when you seek advice
From someone kind and true,
They tell us that our hearts will be
Healed when we can bear to see
The mirror’s total view,
The looking glass is truth
It’s painfully acquired.
But, oddly ,when we face the glass,
A transformation comes to pass,
And our souls change from black to gold,
See what you think 