How can You say, "Love your enemies",
when they slapped me in my face?
They're so wicked and horrid,
And, they said to
clean this place, "Spotless".
I have my scrub brush,

And my pain and tear,
And, I would be just like them,
If You weren't really here.

Here comes the mean one,
With his whip and lip,
And, how he loves to hurt me,
With his run of a clean ship.
Was that a curse, I said,
underneath my breath?
It is so unlike You, Jesus,
Who conquered sin and death.
His booming voice is so loud,
With cursing and surprise.
I knew he really hated me,
When I looked into his eyes.

I screamed, carried on with curse,
And, had such a fit.
I was just like him,
And, I just couldn't submit.
Then, I saw You, Jesus, standing there,
And, I felt such shame.
I started to pray for him
With the Power of Your Name.
I never saw someone run so fast,
As I began to pray.
I never was so grateful,
As when he went away.

I began to Praise You,
And, sing to Heaven upon High.
As I started to scrub and clean,
The hours seemed to fly.

I polished the chrome....
Scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed;
Soap bubbles in the air.

I looked into the mirror and smiled,
When I saw You, Jesus, standing there,
And, I cleaned that place, "Spotless".


Here comes that viper now,
Taking all of Your Credit.
Lord, please help me to hold my tongue.
He said he really liked that last
Song that I had sung.

I asked Jesus to grab him by the throat,
And, make him heavenbound.
He said he felt so strange,
As Jesus flung him in the air.
Now, I have the sweetest enemy in town,
Because he looked into the mirror,
And, saw You, Jesus, standing there.

Ida Rosetta Raye Johnson