When Jesus Looks


You Are More
Young Souls
What Are You Leaving Your Children?
Paint A Thought
God's Tapestry
A Christian's Walk
Within Us
Honesty and Integrity
Beginning Today
Moving The Rock
A Comfortable Silence
At The Window
The Wealthiest Man
Stress Therapy
Let Go
Driving Away The Shadows
Standing Still
The Balance Sheet of Life
A Life That Matters
Eternal Instants
Slow dance
The Atheist's Holiday
How Do YOU Walk?
Exercise Your Soul
The Art of Letting Go
My Quilt
A Penny Blessing
Are You Empty Yet?
Living By Faith
Installing Love
If Only
God Will Provide
The Pillar of Love
Alone I Am Nothing
We Danced
The Thorn Bouquet
Have Courage
And Think Of Me
Don't be afraid to speak out
What are you building?
Time - Your Greatest Gift
Peace Garden
Roots of Change
Morning Prayer
Don't Open Your Mouth
Never Give Up On Love
Shining Light
Weather Changes
I Hope by Paul Harvey
Push On
Refining Silver
Loving God's Way
Overcoming A Broken Heart
What's Left?
When I Am Lonely
Serving Where God Places Us
Clay Balls
God Is
The Oak Tree
Learning From Fear
Touching Billy
Between You and God
The Shadow of Your Cross
The Wolves Within
When Jesus Looks
The Empty Chair
A Walk To School


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 set free.
Living life to honor Him,

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.




  written by Chick Velasco