Vanity, Vanity

I wrote this after reading the Pilgrims Progress which is one of my favorite books.  =]

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Oh the fairest of them all

I look into you and all I see

Is the vanity inside of me

All day long, I meet your glare

All day long, I sit and stare

My eyes are drawn into your trap

Like a tired child into a peaceful nap

 I dare not play your games no more

‘Cause in my looks I am not poor

I choose to look inside for truth

Not to fame, to money, or youth

Time has uncovered your true nature

You are meaningless, and so immature

Your face is plastered on every page

Of every magazine and on every stage

You claim to love the ones you serve

But they serve you and all your ­nerve

Your voice is heard in every street

You plead your cause to everyone you meet

Vanity, vanity is your name

Taking people’s lives is your game

You have no soul, no mind, no heart

Yet we are beaten before we start

You know your trade; you do it well

You see your fans and how they fell

I’ve been set free from you

There is nothing that you can do

I aim to tell every lost soul

That beauty in Christ can make them whole

To find true beauty in him they must search

Not in a man, nature, or even church

I’d tell them, “Christ holds the key

To set you free

Reach out your hand

Reveal the lock

Let him be your ever firm rock

He longs to hold and complete your life

To take away all your pain and strife

No longer will vanity hold you in prison

For you are free because Christ has risen”