Magic Mirror - John Mark McMillan, Josh Garrels

Bloody like my Savior King, you came to me

I’ll admit that I not always had eyes to see

Are you some kind of magic mirror?

Come to show to me

God with my own face, oh

Are you some kind of magic mirror?

Come to show to me

God in time and space, oh

I saw the outline of my Maker dancing backlit

By the rays of your incandescent light

I saw the figure of my Father’s shadow dancin'

By the flames of your electric desire

I saw God

The writing on the walls, it’s orange and pink and blue

I come home to find the evidence of you

Are you some kind of sacred spirit?

Come to show me

God with my own face, oh

Are you some kind of magic mirror?

Come to show me

God in time and space, oh

I saw the outline of my Maker dancing backlit

By the rays of your incandescent light

I saw the figure of my Father’s shadow dancin'

By the flames of your electric desire

I saw God, I saw God

I saw the outline of my Maker dancing backlit

By the rays of your incandescent light

I saw the figure of my Father’s shadow dancin'

By the flames of your electric desire

I saw God, I saw God