WHEN JESUS LOOKS
When Jesus looks upon my life,
Does He see His likeness,
Does He see a child of God,
What about the other folks,
When someone looks into my eyes,
When I reach out and shake a hand,
When folks are in my presence,
When other people think of me,
I try to be like Jesus,
I'm afraid that I have failed,
I have had to fight my flesh,
That's why His Spirit dwells in me,
He knew I'd never pass the test,
Now I try to be like Him,
Other folks should see the joy,
They should begin to ask me,
Then I get to tell them,
Someday when I'm face to face, Backgrounds and Globe By Sherre
What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection,
Or does He just see me.
The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian,
Who never took a stand.
A child that He made free.
Living life to honor Him,
Or does He just see me.
I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus,
To brighten up their day.
Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God,
That dwells inside of me.
Is He right there in my grip.
Can they feel that strength from God,
That steadies when I slip.
Do they know His Spirit's there.
Can they see that He's the one,
Who guides me everywhere.
What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ,
So gentle and so kind.
Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness,
All along my way.
I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know,
I haven't done my best.
Since the day that I was born.
It's always causing trouble,
And being such a thorn.
He's helping me to learn.
In every situation,
Where I need to turn.
That's why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul,
He suffered my disgrace.
I must represent Him well.
So other folks will want His gift,
And turn their backs on hell.
That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too,
Especially since it's free.
What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about,
Getting Jesus too.
This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart,
A prayer on bended knee.
With the Lord who made me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
Or will He just see me.