He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest.
For
he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed the most dangerous,
difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years.
And
get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be the
heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
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.