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Fun House Mirrors
Did you ever go up to the fun house to play,
and look in the mirrors there?
They bend up your face, and widen your waist,
and alter the shape of your hair.
In one place you’re as huge as a hot air balloon,
in another as thin as a stick,
At first you’re as slim as a telephone pole,
and everywhere else, you are thick.
Some people are mirrors reflecting to us
an image we really are not;
If we think that those mirrors are telling the truth,
we’ve been blinded to all that we’ve got.
Some say that we’re ‘ornery or stupid or weird,
some say that we’re stuck up or fat,
But in others you’ll view a reflection of you
that doesn’t have any of that.
Who are the best mirrors that you and I have?
Who gives a reflection that’s true?
Who sees us for all that is hidden inside?
Your Father in Heaven, that’s who.
You’ve also got teachers and parents and friends
whose reflections are true and correct;
When peers say you’re homely or haughty or dumb,
God says, “You’re my child, you’re elect.”
So get out some paper, and pick up a pen,
and write down what others may say,
Then turn the page over,
and fill it with things the Lord and the prophets convey.
On one side you’ll have all that others have said;
some are true, some are hard to conceive;
Then turn to God’s side, and ask of yourself,
Which side am I going to believe?
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