I looked into a looking glass—
The image I saw there
Was full of flaws, a sorry sight
In need of much repair.

I took another look and tried
To mend the awful mess,
But each attempt just made it worse,
And deepened my distress.

I met a man called Jesus,
Who works at changing hearts;
I bowed myself before Him:
That's where all changing starts.

I looked into a looking glass
And saw my Savior's face:
A glorious image I beheld
Of holiness and grace.

I took another look and saw
A face I'd seen before,
Transformed into a likeness of
The One whom I adore.

Even by the Spirit of our God.

—Silas Martin