I was thinkin’ just now today, ‘bout my Master, and what He would say
If He were with me now, I mean right here in the flesh;
Does He see me the way I see me, or understand me, the way I mean to be;
Am I foolin’ Him, the way I’m foolin’ all the rest?
Does He notice the problems? Does my image pass the test?
I’ve heard it given, that looks don’t cut the ice; what you think you’re seein’, may not be so nice;
I’ve found that beauty, often covers up a beast.
Inner virtue’s the measure of a man; disregard, the package if you can;
Your self-deception, is just as pretty as you please.
You may think you’ve found your Saviour, when in fact you caught the Fiend.
There is a question, I must concede, of our commitment to sincerity;
Do we mean it, when we claim the name of Christ?
Do we see Him, for who He really is, or understand, just exactly what He did,
When He provided, the final sacrifice?
Do we understand the suffering, or appreciate the price?