For Em via the teen choir...

You Don't See Me

You hear me now, but don't see me
You judge me by the outward things.
You're blind to what appears to be,
Because you don't see me.

Don't see me,
You don't see me,
No, you don't see me at all.
How would it be, if you did see me
As God made me?

How much more with it take
To break what you think is right or wrong?
How can you say you love me,
When you're so busy all day long...
Pointing a finger that makes me want to rung away.
You make me want to hide.

Don't see me
You don't see me,
No, you don't see me at all.
How would it be, if you did see me
As God made me?

I pray God helps you see.
Please, look at me....
Please, look at me!

--mjr 2006

I wrote this for one teen in particular. She's what I can only describe as "mild Goth" and is judged horrendously, especially from adult Christians. Just because she likes more black that most kids at church, doesn't make her a "back-slider." She loves the Lord deeply and is dedicated to Him -- more than most "normal" looking Christians. I've got a special bond with her and it killed me when she told me that her Sunday School teacher was passing judgment on her spiritual state. GRRRRRRR!