Mirror Man Poem by Dale Totten

I get up every morning,
at the break of day.
I check myself in the mirror,
make sure I look okay.
I think about the one now gone,
we look the same to me.
Who is this other guy,
now looking back at me.
At times I feel he's the same,
a reflection of my sin.
I flash back to those days,
my mind begins to spin.
I see myself as I was,
as worthless as can be.
This man in the mirror,
how can he be free?
Jesus slips behind me,
and reminds me it's not true.
I think about what he did,
to make the mirror man new.
He gave up all He had,
and in tortured agony.
He died upon the cross,
to free the one in me.
I'm sorry Lord for once again,
forgetting what you said.
That my sins are gone and can't be seen,
move on to things ahead.
Dredging up the past,
discounts amazing grace
and leaves Calvary's hill,
as just another place.