Do you know
do you understand that
you represent
Jesus to me?
Do you know
do you understand
that when you
treat me with gentleness,
it raises the question in my mind
that maybe He is gentle, too.
Maybe He isn't someone
who laughs when I am hurt.
Do you know
do you understand
that when you listen to my questions
and you don't laugh,
I think, "What if Jesus is interested in me, too?"
Do you know
do you understand
that when I hear you talk about arguments
and conflict and scars from your past
that I think, "Maybe I am just a regular person
instead of a bad, no good little girl who deserves abuse."
If you care,
I think maybe He cares -
and then there's this flame of hope
that burns inside of me
and for a while I am afraid to breathe
because it might go out.
Do you know
do you understand
that your words are His words?
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.
Do you know
do you understand
that you represent
Jesus to me?
