Reflections of You

When my life
flashes before
my tired and weary eyes
I don't want to recognize
myself anymore

I want to see another face
where mine once used to be
Jesus you can take my place
you paid a high price to have me.

When I look at things I've done,
will they be vain and selfish things,
that really didn't help anyone?

Or will they be your fingerprints,
on my life and every deed?
Let the ones I leave,
be yours only I plead.


By Kimarie Manhart-Freeman