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When Jesus Looks and To Journey With Jesus
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Posted by: Starfield_TFK
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.
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 represent 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.
Oh, to have been there
When our Savior was conceived.
When the Glory of God descended
Upon the woman who had believed
That she would bear the King of Kings,
The Son of our Heavenly Father.
Oh, to have been with Mary,
Our gracious Redeemer's mother.
Oh, to have been there
When she wrapped the Holy Babe,
To have felt His glowing presence
In the manger where He lay.
To have seen God's love shining
From Heaven’s dawning morn.
Oh, to have worshipped Jesus
From the moment that He was born!
Oh, to have been there
When the thousands gathered ‘round
For as He taught His Holy message,
They uttered not a sound.
Oh, to have seen the miracles
That the Messiah had performed
Where He healed the sick, raised the dead
And calmed the violent storm.
Oh, to have been there
When they sentenced Him to die.
When they mocked and persecuted Him.
And their Master, the disciples denied.
Oh, to have seen Him struggle
With the burden of the cross.
This, our Savior lovingly endured
To redeem the sinners yet lost.
Oh, to have been there
When He gave His life that day.
When at Calvary, He suffered a death
That would wipe our sins away.
Oh, to have grieved with Mary
As she laid her son to rest
And as she wrapped the Holy Shroud
‘Round the man who'd fulfilled his quest.
Oh, to have been there
When the stone was rolled aside
To bring forth our Risen Savior
So that forever, He could guide!
The Son of God had come to Earth
To die for all who believe.
Oh, to respond to the Heavenly trumpets
When His flock, our Shepherd retrieves!