Do you know
Do you understand
That you represent Jesus to me
That when you treat me with gentleness
It raises the question in my mind
That maybe He is gentle too
That maybe He isn’t someone
Who laughs when I am hurt
That when you listen to my questions
And you don’t laugh at them
I think, What if Jesus is interested in me too?
That when you talk about arguments
And conflicts from your past
I think, Maybe I’m just a regular person
Instead of a bad, no-good spoiled brat
Who deserves all the misery he gets
If you care about me
I think maybe He cares too
And then there is this flame of hope
That burns on the inside of me
And for a certain while
I am afraid to breathe
Because it might go out
Do you know
Do you understand
That your words are His words
That your face, His face
To someone like me
Please be who you say you are
Please, God, don’t let this be another trick
Please let this be real
Please
Because you represent Jesus to me

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