My in i
by Tobi Lala

I looked and beheld 
In my mirror, features unfamiliar 
Who is it? I cannot tell 
Be it me or another. 
My is clothed in white; 
i am clothed in red. 
My’s apparel is right; 
i am clad in shreds. 
My’s feet is shod; 
But bare i tred the sod 
My is alive, raised and in grace seated; 
i am dead, debased and of grace depleted. 
My’s waist is girded; His head is crowned 
His chest is padded; His hand is armed. 
My is… 
While i was admiring this peculiar bloke 
He (My) spoke 
“I took your pain, I died on the cross 
I gave you My gain and took your loss 
I died, not for you but, as you 
That you might live, not for me but, as Me