I look in the mirror and what do I see,
A white-haired man looking back at me.
I look at the wrinkles under his eyes,
And I stop and consider and wonder why?
All the wrinkles and shadows there.
But then I remember I’m looking at me,
A face God created, a face he set free.
No matter of wrinkles and shadows there,
It’s only life’s experiences–ones I have shared,
So I look at the man looking at me,
And said it’s great to know Jesus and to feel free.