Friday, December 17, 2010

In the Mirror

Our wonderful friend Ashley has kindly allowed us to post her poem, enjoy!

In the Mirror

One day, a girl looked in the mirror,
Like she did habitually,
And she disliked what she saw, she hated it,
For it wasn’t what she wanted to be.

She looked, and started picking
On the things she hated to see.
She wanted them to disappear,
So she could live differently.

Her face is too round; her cheeks too plump,
Her nose turns up at the end.
Her eyes are too close; her ears are too skinny,
And her mouth has a comical bend.

Her arms are too short; her neck too long,
Her legs are gangly too,
Her body is really out of proportion,
And she doesn’t know what to do.

Her hair is an ugly color,
As boring as boring can be.
It has a mind of its own, as well,
And acts up dreadfully.

And her personality is annoying as well,
She wants to be bold, and kind.
She doesn’t want to be shy and quiet,
She wants to speak her mind.

Although the girl is a Christian,
And knows God made her wonderfully,
Deep down, she thinks ‘God made a mistake,
‘I’m the worst piece of junk you ever did see.’

‘My body is wacky, and I’m ever so ugly,
‘My personality’s awkward, too.
‘I wish I could be different than who I am,
‘Because this person is poo.’

And while she’s beating herself up,
Being her own worst enemy,
A small voice speaks in her heart, and says,
“If you don’t want to be you, be me.”

“You know me as your Savior,
“I came to make you free.
“If you honestly want to change,
“Change from being you to being me.”

“Father loves you, He made you,
“He made you the way He wanted you to be
“With a face full of zits, and gangly limbs,
“He made you just right, perfectly.”

“But He has another plan for you,
“He wants you to be free.
“Since I paid the price, He will glorify
“By changing you to be me.”

“If you don’t like what the mirror reflects.
“If you don’t like what you see.
“Change, don’t reflect yourself.
“Change to reflecting me.”

“Take on a whole new outlook,
“And a new personality.
“If you change, you won’t want to go back,
“Because then, you will truly be free.”

The girl stopped and quietly listened,
And then pondered the spoken words.
She prayed, and asked God to change her,
She desperately hoped to be heard.

She asked God to make her like Jesus,
Like the promise she had been told.
She believed in God’s promises,
And hoped she wouldn’t be so cold.

That day, the girl’s outlook was changed.
She didn’t hate how she appeared.
In fact, she didn’t stress it.
It was about other things that she cared.

She cared for the kid in the hall
Who stumbled, dropping his books.
And she cared for the girl in the wheelchair,
Who always got funny looks.

She cared for the overworked temp
Who jostled her while running with full arms.
She cared for the underpaid manager
Who snapped angrily, meaning no harm.

She cared for the CEO,
Who was lonelier than anyone knew.
She cared for the little old lady,
Who was pretty lonely too.

These people really need aid,
They are trapped so helplessly.
The girl is there, to show Christ’s love,
And to show them how to be free.

Now, when she looks in the mirror,
Junk, the girl doesn’t see.
She sees a creation, beautifully made,
Who reflects Christ earnestly.

The girl was changed forever,
She wasn’t embarrassed constantly
About her looks, for Christ had changed her.
Now, she was truly free.