"Woman"

Woman, look to the mirror

In the Autumn of your years

Woman, you try so hard on hidin'

As you're makin' up at the vanity of your fears

You're paintin' your face in the mornin'

And you touch up your grey- streaked hair

with a dye of auburn-brown

With a pencil you're linin' your eyes to smile

But the years of your hardened heart 

still turnin' your mouth to a frown

Take off your mask... my Lady

The Marriage will come...

so prepare... for the Cleansing  of the Lamb

See the diamonds in that crown

you've been wearin'

Now do they resemble the thorns

in the crown He did bear?

Did He see you...clothed in scarlet linen

As you turned the homeless away

from your door, with only a prayer?

Do you remember the Power,

how He loved those who pierced Him

While you were crusadin' by the power 

of your blood-stained sword?

Were you sleepin' with kings, in a bed
that denied Him?

Will you let go of the gavel,

 Hold the nail-scarred hands He bore

Woman, look to the mirror

What will He desire of you,

in the Autumn of your years?
Your sins have marred you, but

 He will bring you beauty, again

He will hold You...

if you cry a humblin' tear.

~ From"Woman",
by John Michael Talbot* 


*www.johnmichaeltalbot.com/
*www.michaelcard.com/

24 January, 2020

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