I looked for God inside the mirror
But what did I see?
A demon with the kindest eyes
was staring back at me.

'twas not the God of humankind
With fists aloft to pound
Whatever they say that He hates
Like dirt into the ground

Instead it was a kindly face
With woeful eyes so fair
It must have been a demon
'cause acceptance shone in there

For all the things they say He hates
For what they say are are wrong
This demon had sweet words of love
Enwrapped in a song

If demons deal the opposite
Of He who is above
Then if God hates all that they say
The Devil must be love.