I want to be a mirror, Lord . . . A reflection of Your grace
To shine Your light for all to see
In every darkened place
I want to be transfigured Lord, so the image others see
Will be closer to Your likeness
And the light You've given me
I have no light source of my own . . . but when I look at You
The radiance of Your glory
Shines in all I say and do
I could stand to use some polish . . . I've been cracked and broken too
But it's not myself that matters
It's the light that comes from You
Though I have some imperfections, I'm still useful in Your sight
And in Your hand I know
That You will angle me just right
So that when Your face shines on me, it reflects on others too
And as it does, please use me, Lord
To LIGHT my world for You.
