I look in the mirror and what do I see?
The answer is always illusive to me.
I see all my failures and mistakes that I made,
And then I remember the price Jesus paid.
My sin He has covered and though it seems strange,
He died on the cross for a wondrous exchange.
My sins He did bear when I had naught to give,
He then made me righteous that through Him I’d live.
My struggle to see past the person I’ve been
Is now a good fight that I know I can win.
He’s done all the work, this I perceive,
Now all that is left is for me to believe.