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
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
While you were crusadin' by the power of your blood-stained sword?
Were you sleepin' with kings in a bed that denied Him?
Will you let go the gavel to hold the nail-scarred hands He bore
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
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
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
While you were crusadin' by the power of your blood-stained sword?
Were you sleepin' with kings in a bed that denied Him?
Will you let go the gavel to hold the nail-scarred hands He bore
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