The Picture
The light turns to darkness,
the sun begins to fade.
I curl up in a corner
because I am afraid.
Suddenly, I hear His footsteps
Here they come, my way
"Please don't let him hurt me"
silently I pray.
The darkness turns to light
as I look up at His face.
He says "You don't belong
here. I've made a better place!"
"But surely you don't know me,
or you'd know that I've been hurt.
I've grown up in a place like this
and dirt will turn to dirt!"
The Lord came and knelt beside me
and in His arms, I'm wrapped.
He held me close and whispered,
"I don't make no crap!"
the sun begins to fade.
I curl up in a corner
because I am afraid.
Suddenly, I hear His footsteps
Here they come, my way
"Please don't let him hurt me"
silently I pray.
The darkness turns to light
as I look up at His face.
He says "You don't belong
here. I've made a better place!"
"But surely you don't know me,
or you'd know that I've been hurt.
I've grown up in a place like this
and dirt will turn to dirt!"
The Lord came and knelt beside me
and in His arms, I'm wrapped.
He held me close and whispered,
"I don't make no crap!"