Yes, I can see the pretty trees,

But can I see what Jesus sees?

Do I see that man beneath that tree,

How he’s crying for some love from me?

And do I see what Jesus sees?

The bikers riding in the square?

My legs may itch to join them there,

But can I see what Jesus sees?

Just some souls who do not know the grace,

That my God will give this human race,

And do I see what Jesus sees?

 

My Lord, I want your eyes, to see men through,

That I may see this world the way you do.

And, Lord, I want your heart, that I may feel,

And show these souls I see, a love that’s real.

 

I like to watch the little bees,

But can I see what Jesus sees?

Do I see that boy, that farmer boy,

Who the devil surely will destroy?

And do I see what Jesus sees?

I see some people eating food,

Ah, just some people in the mood,

But can I see what Jesus sees?

Can I see their souls are hungry still?

How they eat but never to their fill?

And do I see what Jesus sees?

 

~Ezra Brainard 9-23-08

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