house of mirrors.

you can't seem to see past your own reflection.
caught up in the halls of your introspection.
and you're staring at your mirror on the wall
asking, "who is the fairest of them all?"
‘cause, Lord, i know it's not me.

if only you could see
that you've already been set free.

come on, come on
let's throw our mirrors down.
come on, come on
let's shatter the glass on the ground.

but you say, "hold on, if i could just try this one thing.
well, i know i can change, and that would change everything."
but a house made of mirrors never helps you see any clearer.
it's yourself you can't see past
and Lord isn't that just like me?

if only we could see
that He's already set us free

come on, come on
let's throw our mirrors down.
come on, come on
let's shatter the glass on the ground.


freedom's waiting for you now.
so come on, come on
throw your mirrors down.

come on if you're tired, take a step outside.
you might find you can forget about yourself tonight.
come on if you're tired of failed attempts to try.
freedom's waiting when you look outside.


come on if you're tired, take a step outside.
you might find you can forget about yourself tonight.
come on if you're tired of failed attempts to try.
freedom's waiting when you look outside.


come on, come on
let's throw our mirrors down.
come on, come on
let's shatter the glass on the ground.


freedom's waiting for you now.
so come on, come on
throw your mirrors down.




"the call of the gospel is not for me to think highly or lowly of myself. the call of the gospel is to stop thinking about myself all together and that’s something that I feel like I’m just now really getting."
[mike from tenth avenue north]