What do you see
when you look at me?
Do you feel the Spirit
or do you fear it?
Does it minister grace
or a slap in the face?
Can you rest around me
or do you feel like running?
For I have died and no longer live
it’s no longer me who gives
Christ in me, the hope of Glory
He and I live the same story
so when your with me, it’s really Jesus
It’s Him but the world sees us.
When I look at you, I see love,
because I look through the eyes of Jesus.
Written by Tracey