I am an image that breaths,
A perfect reflection of His being.

With no refractions he created me;
A world of refractions I acquired.
Distorting other images and
Ruining myself as well.

On the mirror of Christ I did see
The blurred image of me;

He took my refractions through his wounds;
Healing and focussing me in Him so sound.

He shattered his mirror a million pieces,
So that each one can set his image right
From a crystal so pure and white.