Does He see His likeness,
the product of His hand. 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?�

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 present 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 set me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
or will He just see me.�

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