In the looking glass I see
A chameleon staring back at me
A soul that has weathered many storms
Constantly changing, taking new form
Adapting and growing with every step
The same, yet different from when we first met
Freedom from guilt and shame of the past
Forgiven and righteous at last, at last
What does this self portrait tell of me
I’m unchained from the past, my God set me free
I’ve become a vessel of mercy and grace
My heart ever changing, along with my face
