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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 set
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 in! to my
eyes,
Can they truly
see.
That calm and gentle peace of
God,
That dwells inside of
me.
When I reach out and shake a
hand,
Is He right there in
my grip.
Can they feel that strength from
God,
That steadies when I
slip.
When folks are in my
presence,
Do they know His
Spirit's there.
Can they see that He's the
one,
Who guides me
everywhere.
When other people think of
me,
What is on their
mind.
Do they think of Jesus
Christ,
So gentle and so
kind.
I try to be like
Jesus,
Every single
day.
Spreading love and
kindness,
All along my
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.
That's why His Spirit dwells in
me,
He's helping me to
learn.
In every
situation,
Where I need to
turn.
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
set me free.
Will He see His own
reflection,
Or will He
just see
me. |
