Artist:
Acoustic Librarian is a songwriter, open mic performer and technology librarian. He lives in Orange County with his wife and their two cats.
Mirrors
Lyrics
Many a mile I’ve wandered
Through this house of mirrors,
Searching to find a way out,
Knowing my home isn’t here.
Amid the smoke that surrounds me,
Faces appear in the glass;
Are they long-sought fellow travelers
Or reflections of self that flow past?
Still I desire perfection
In a world distorted and crazed,
To discern beyond all illusion
The meaning of this maze.
Guide my paths to what’s real,
For glimpses are all I can see;
And make my image more truly
That which You meant it to be.
Oh Lord, this day, these things I pray.
Oh Lord, this day, these things I pray.
Oh Lord, this day, these things I pray.
I plunge down slides, then start to climb
Towards heights that seem out of reach;
Pass through tunnels that move and spin
On floors that shift under my feet.
I enter a room full of blackness,
A spotlight shines in my face.
Do I hear whispered laughter
Or murmurs of welcome and grace?
Can I recall the reflection
That shown when the glass was clear?
Do I believe in perfect love
That casts out all of my fear?
Guide me towards others who walk this path,
For glimpses I’m starting to see;
And make our images truly
That which You meant them to be.
Oh Lord, this day, these things I pray.
Oh Lord, this day, these things I pray.
Dear Lord, this day, these things I pray.