A Reflection of Me

The Jesus I see, is but a reflection of me.

In the mirror is truth, for the aged or youth

It shows forth the power, which I stand in each hour

A smile or a frown, declares great joy or is cast down

My desire is to own, true faith without a groan

 

The Jesus I see, is but a reflection of me.

That which I call sin, measures my lust found within

The tests of my deeds, reveal how I discount my greeds

When I shout of His grace, it’s because I approve of the place

I find myself at, wearing my self-righteous hat

 

The Jesus I see, is but a reflection of me.

The strength I claim, is what I can muster in His name

But truly I’ve found, in the praises I sound

That putting Him first, who always satisfies my thirst

This reflection I see, is Jesus who has set me free

 

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