The glass that I’m looking through isn’t quite clear
The surface is smudged, the image is smeared
Like staring into an antique mirror
But I want to see more
Try as I might to wipe it away
The muck on the glass is determined to stay
My will not enough to remove all the stain
But I want to see more
Still, as I look closer, something strange seems to be
The smudges have shapes familiar to me
Traces of fingerprints that I can now see
But I want to see more
Slight recognition is filling my mind
The image of a hand so tender and kind
Is touching the glass, leaving it’s print behind
And I want to see more
The glass that I’m looking through isn’t quite clear
But it’s covered with smudges of One who’s right here
My life in His hands as He’s holding the mirror
And I can see more
My vision has cleared though the glass hasn’t quite
For I trust in the hands that have held me so tight
His fingerprints covering all of my life
And I can see clearly now….
1 Corinthians 13:12 – Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
