The Body is a child
She wants to be a queen
But must wait for awhile
For the mirror to be clean
Speaking as a child
Only knowing in part
In love she is growing
Renewed in heart
Becoming matured
The mirror gets clearer
Her faith gets stronger
Her Hope draws nearer
Looking to the heavens
In great anticipation
Her Lord will rend the sky
And finish her sanctification
Transparent is the glass
At the end of the race
Perfection has come
She now sees face to face
Based on 1Cor 13:9-13, Rom 8:14-30 1 Cor 15:35-55
1 Thess 4:16-18 Rev 21:9-22:5 Isaiah 64:1
