by Barbara Tillison
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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When I was but a wee lass,
I chanced upon a looking glass.
It's frame was cracked, old and yellow
On it's back, a carved face, soft and mellow.
As I gazed into it's silvery pane,
I thought for sure that I must be insane.
For there I saw not my reflection,
But a land of beauty and perfection.
It's majestic view held my gaze
As I drifted into it's silvery haze.
At once I longed to be in that land
Then I felt a soft tingling in my hand.
Turning over the mirror I could see
That kind gentle face staring at me.
Not now my child, someday you will hear,
The sound of My voice calling you near
Until then, just a glimpse of things to be,
As long as you continue to believe in Me.
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|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Barbara, this is truly beautiful and I got such a blessing from it. It brought back memories of me as a child looking into a mirror and wishing I could be on the other side. There's no better thing awaiting than believing in God and knowing He is there for us.|