I think I know now what grandma meant
When she said she hadn’t changed inside.
The woman in the mirror is different,
But her spirit still young and spry.
I met you once upon a time
And our lives took different paths,
But like boomerangs destined to return,
The love of our Father brought us back.
You and I had fallen so far.
We both were longing for a change
But looking in your eyes that day,
I could not see the mistakes you made.
I know you’ve had your doubts
About struggling or doing wrong,
But my love for you refuses to
See anything beyond your heart.
I see the you that fought for others,
That tried to help at any cost.
I see the you before the doubt,
I see you blameless and renewed.
This isn’t blindness, my eyes don’t judge
They look beyond the mirror view.
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