God’s son was born on earth.
A young girl gave him birth.
His words remind us of our worth,
Gave hope of heavenly mirth.
He brought the gifts of love-
To cure our bad eyesight.
But we don’t want to see,
Bear painfulness of light.
We love our flaws unknowing,
Even as we’re sorrow sowing
We rage when someone points them out,
We’d rather stay in dark and doubt
Than have our weakness showing
But when we seek advice
From someone wise and true,
They tell us that our hearts will be
Healed when we can bear to see
The mirror’s total view,
The looking glass is truth
It’s painfully acquired.
But, oddly ,when we face the glass,
A transformation comes to pass,
And our souls change from black to gold,
As Alchemists foretold
How my heart sings 