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
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,
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?

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?

~
Teresa Piercey-Gates ~
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