Gazing at the mirror:
I finally see myself clearly...
The full wretchedness of my sin
Oozes out of the mirror and reaches for me.
In horror I drop to my knees,
In fear I cry out, seeking solace.
Broken I turn, No longer able to handle the gaze.
Then - behind me -
Like fireburst, light busting forth: You're there.
You hold me, and the broken tears flow from
Eyes that cannot bear to look.
You cry too;
I fearfully think you find me wretched,
That You'll turn away disgusted.
But Your tears turn to blood
And this mortal pus lets me go:
It's gone!
Hold me tighter! Cover me in love-blood!
The mirror is shattered -
I am left with "only" You.
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