In realm divine, a quiet mirror stands,

Reflecting softly our Creator’s hands.

In gentle stillness, sacred silence bides,

Where God’s own heart with tender love abides.

Within this glass, the cosmos finely spun,

A reflection gleams—the holy, blessed Son.

Jesus, the mirror, vast Divine,

Where God’s own face in tender mercy shines.

A boundless Love, in earthly guise confined,

A mirror’s depth in human form we find.

His sacred heart, a reflection pure and true,

God’s loving gaze cast in a holy hue.

In every act, in every gracious word,

The Divine Image faithfully was heard.

His mercy’s mirror, held to fallen man,

Reflects redemption in salvation’s plan.

Amidst the mortal realm,

He walked upon our soil,

A Divine Reflection given

amidst the human toil.

Jesus, the glass,

in which God’s Light gleamed,

Invites our souls

In His reflection be redeemed.

So let us gaze, upon this sacred glass,

And see God’s love, His image, come to pass.

In Jesus’ face, the heart of God we find,

A loving Reflection, to the earthly blind.

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