Walking through a forest wood, one dim and sunless day, 
Enveloped by a somber mood and darkening dismay, 
I chanced upon a monolith -  a mirror fashioned by 
an ancient master silversmith t'was roughly ten feet high.

The words engraved upon its frame, both ominous and bright: 
"As you gaze I will proclaim True Nature, dark or light." 
The image from that looking glass was hideous and vile. 
A dark and bottomless crevasse of revolting, evil bile.

My heart was full of unclean things, my throat an open grave. 
Hands of theft and coveting, a deceitful tongue enslaved. 
"This can't be!" I turned my eyes from truth I could not face. 
The repugnant filth, the wretchedness, the staggering disgrace!

And then I saw the thorn-stained brow, the bloody nail-scarred hands. 
And realized my sins somehow were cast upon this man. 
The Lord had taken all the shame of sins from all mankind 
The truth reflected in that pane included sins of mine.

And there I stood in snow-white robe that He had given me 
With all the folks from around the globe from sin He had set free. 
True nature was indeed confessed in the mirror in the glen: 
Lord Jesus gave His righteousness in exchange for sins of men.

Frank Knight 
3/17/2026