So close, yet so far away
What I want
but not the way I want it.
So close, I could touch you
but still miss who you really are

To hear the stories
how all the Scriptures point to you
and still not be able to see you
I hear the words
and somehow still miss the Truth

Break the bread
Open my eyes
Let me see you as you really are

What keeps me from seeing
the Jesus right in front of me
the Jesus who comes to heal and restore

The counterfeit Jesus I’ve created
the counterfeit Jesus I prefer
He makes fewer demands
and blesses all I am and believe
and never asks me to take up my cross

Who is this Jesus before me?
Not the one nailed to the cross
But a poor imitation of the authentic One

But the real Jesus is still here
still walking with me
reminding me of who he is
and what he’s done
and what he’s inviting me to

An invitation to lay down my life
so I can truly live