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.