When Jesus looks upon my life,
What picture does He see?
Does He see His own reflection,
Or does He just see me?
Does He see His likeness
The product of His hand,
Or just another Christian,
Who never took a stand?
Does He see a child of God,
A child that He made free?
Living life to honor Him,
Or does He just see me?
What about the other folks,
I meet along the way,
Do I show them Jesus,
To brighten up their day?
When someone looks into my eyes,
Can they truly see,
That calm and gentle peace of God,
That dwells inside of me?
I try to be like Jesus,
Every single day,
Spreading love and kindness,
All along the way.
I'm afraid that I have failed,
I could not pass the test,
Deep inside my heart I know,
I haven't done my best.
I have had to fight my flesh,
Since the day that I was born,
It's always causing trouble,
And being such a thorn.
He knew I'd never pass the test,
That's why He took my place,
He gave His life to save my soul,
He suffered my disgrace.
Now I try to be like Him.
I must present Him well,
So other folks will want his gift,
And turn their backs on hell.
Other folks should see the joy,
That Christ has given me,
They should want to have it too,
Especially since it's free.
They should begin to ask me.
What is it they must do,
Just how it is they go about
Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them,
This wondrous gift is free,
It only takes a humble heart,
A prayer on bended knee.
Someday when I'm face to face.
With the Lord who made me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
Or will He just see me?
Written by Chick Velaso@2000
