Every time I looked into a mirror on the wall

I began to make a list of every tiny flaw

"Mirror, mirror on the wall

Change the shape I see"

But every time that I went back

I saw the same old me

So I began



Tearing down the temple

That He formed for me

I never stopped to think about

The hurting it would bring

I was tearing down the temple

To meet my selfish need

Trying hard to find a way

To create a perfect me

By tearing down the temple



I carried all the guilt and shame of what I had begun

It frightened me to think about what I might become

I wore a mask of bravery and carried on my scheme

Day by day destroying what God had given me

I was



And even though it hurts me now

To think of how I lived

It serves as a reminder

Of how merciful God is