looking at myself in the mirror, i stop to think and wonder, why would someone as great as god take his time to make me,
take his time to shape me?
i continue to look into the mirror and i barely recognize the person looking back at me..
is this how it was supposed to happen?
is this how he planned out my life to be?
i'm really confused the more i stand there and look the more i want to pray..
i start to pray and then i realize i know what is wrong with me, i need some jesus in my life.
sometimes things go from bad to worse, but i look again and dry my tears because this is just the beginning of my years.