Who in the mirror do I see,
Staring right back at me?
What can I say about her...
Standing here, knocking at my door?
An Amazing woman she would be,
The only one who holds the key.
To reveal, what is concealed inside,
To display the "her", and not to hide,
Behind the counterfeit smile and the fear.
You are WONDEREFUL, do you hear!
Fear means you harm and no good,
So cast it away into the wood!
Now stand tall and confess,
I love me, and except nothing less,
Than God's very best you see,
Because the person staring back is me!