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Album: John Michael Talbot
Woman, look to the mirror
In the autumn of your years
Woman, you try so hard in hidin'
As you're makin' up at the vanity of your fears
You're paintin' your face in the mornin'
And you touch up your grey-streaked hair
With a dye of auburn-brown
With a pencil, you're linin' your eyes to a smile
But the years of your hardened heart
Still turnin' your mouth to a frown
So take off your mask, my lady
The Marriage will come, so prepare
For the cleansing in the Lamb
See the diamonds
In that crown you've been wearin'
Now do they resemble
The thorns in the crown He did bear?
Did He see you, clothed in scarlet linen
As you turned out the homeless
From your door with only a prayer?
Did you remember the Power
How He loved those who pierced Him
As you were crusadin'
By the power of your bloodstained sword?
Were you sleepin' with kings
In a bed that denied Him?
Now will you let go the gavel
To hold the nail-scarred hands He bore
So take off your mask, my lady
The Marriage will come, so prepare
For the cleansing in the Lamb
Woman, look to the mirror
What will He desire in you
In the autumn of your years?
Your sins have marred you
But He will bring you beauty again
He will hold you
If you'll cry a humble tear
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