A mirror,
A glass,
A reflection
Of gold.

A river,
A stream,
A strength
Not our own.

God is our guide,
Our perfection,
Our strength
Pure and true.

Like a curtain
Pulled between
Is our sin
Of today.

Like a magnified heart
Is our spirit
Of decay
And depravity.

Yet a hope has
Sprung
From the sky
As we look around
And wonder why
We don't sink
In our sea of despair
And death.

God is creator,
Sustainer,
Divine.

He is ruler of all-
Both the rich
And the blind.

All of us sin,
And fall,
And die.

But God's word is the truth
And it speaks of new life
In Christ.

We bear His image,
And should lead
Towards his glory.
Yet our ultimate failure
Is not fulfilling the purpose.

Through Christ
We have a chance
To erase out mistake,
Find our joy in Him,
And throw off our disgrace.

We,
Unjust,
Have now been
Justified.

We,
Unright,
Are bent and
Disfigured.

We must be fixed.
He can fix us.
We don't deserve to be fixed.

Incredible!
We are made
Righteous,
As if we were
Righteous.
Incredible!

I will what
I don't,
And I don't
What I do.

Despite my sin,
Death is no more.
I am obligated
To plunge into the depths
Of His glory.