REFLECTIONS
My self esteem was very low,
I didn't like me much,
Life seemed somewhat worthless,
Until I felt the touch,
Of God's hand on my shoulder,
One night in a dream.
He said, "I don't make junk, you know,
I molded you after me."
And then he said, "Lift up your head,
Be proud, you are my child,
Now do your best, 'til I come back,
In just a little while."
When I look in the mirror,
What, now do I see?
The reflection of a child of God,
Looking back at me.
Jeannette E. Smith