What do you see when you look at me?
Is it just a jar of clay?
Is it merely a jug well worn with age,
That’s simply past its day?
Do you only see the faded paint,
And the weakness of the base?
Is your focus caught by the graying rim,
And the lines about the face?
Is the top too small or bottom too big?
Is the shape not what you like?
Do the tattered signs of overuse
And imperfections fill your sight?
Perhaps a change is needed
To fully understand.
If the surface is what stops your gaze,
You don’t see who I am.
Take a moment to look inside
And consider what is there
Forget the wrinkles and the bumps
And all the graying hair.
Look only at the Christ in me
And all that it entails.
Think solely with the love of God
That never ever fails.
See through the tender eyes of God,
A child He calls His son.
Consider what a price He paid
To have me for His own.
Disregard the shallow view
Which is all the world can see.
Fill your thoughts with what God says
And then you will be free.
Again I ask, Oh looking glass,
What is it that you see?
If the surface is what stops your gaze,
Then you’re missing the best of me. By Terri Lee