Reflection Of Glory (Poem)

Looking in the mirror,

What’s that I see?

A reflection of glory

Could that be me?

As I glance again,

Intently, into the glass

There is no residue, or

Trace of the past.

Oh! What a glorious sight I behold!

All things are become new

Away with the old!

I am transformed!

Hey! Look at me

Wait! Look at you,

It’s the same image I see

I behold Christ reflected

By the Spirit of God,

As we are conforming

Into the same image,

Traveling from glory to glory.