I turn once more my eyes toward you
when I gaze upon heavens’ blue sky
your promise of faithfulness I keep
though I don’t always know just what to do
when confusion swirls about in my mind buried deep
my muse grows mellow through time when I’m weak
and though I seek, but not always find
every answer that comes to all that I see
I know without fail you’re there in my need
and I hope the image one sees in me
is a reflection of the greater one seen in thee.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2015)
Reflections 