Quite a long poem, please have patience to read...

When Jesus looks upon my life,
What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection,
Or dies He see Hid likeness,
The product of Hid 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 honour 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.
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,
So 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 represent Him well.
So other folks will want His gift,
And turn their backs onhell.
Other folks should see they 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.
The 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.

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder but it sure makes the rest of you lonely...

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