“Why do you have
So many pictures of him?”
“He lightens my thoughts
When my outlook is dim”
“But he’s not God
Has he become an idol to you?”
“If you really knew me
You'd know that's something I wouldn't do.
You see, for many years
I was in a very dark place
No one could rescue me
But then I saw his face
I'd seen his face before
Pretty much for my whole life
Then one day via tragic circumstance
There was a lift upon my strife
I felt a large part of my soul
Slowly descended up to Paradise
God knew only this situation
Would be the one to open my eyes
He knows the secrets of my soul
For He's the one to place it there
This thing is no coincidence
Or pulled straight out of thin air
It was used to draw me back
To the place I should have been
It made me see I was living wrong
It identified my sin
I'm not sinless, I mess up
Each and every day
But when I see that handsome face
It leads me to the right way
You surround yourself with flowers
For their fragrance and their alluring beauty
I surround myself with pictures of him
Because he's a God given exquisite rose to me.”
