Lost and found

(Credit: insite of life)


I looked in the mirror

And what did I see,

But a little old lady

Peering back at me. 

With bags and sags and wrinkles 

And wispy white hair

And I asked my reflection

How did you get there?

You were once straight and vigorous 

And now you are stooped and week,

When I tried so heard to keep you

From becoming an antique. 

My reflection’s eyes twinkled 

As she solemnly replied 

Your looking at the gift wrap 

and not the jewel inside. 

A living gem and precious,

of unimagined worth

Unique and true, the real you,

The only you on earth. 

The years that spoil the gift wrap

With other things more cruel,

Should purify and strengthen 

and polish up that jewel. 

So focus your attention on the inside,

Not the out

On being kinder, wiser, more content

And more devout 

So when your gift-wrap is striped away

Your jewel will be set free

To radiate God’s glory 

Thru all eternity. 

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