It hangs above my altar. Like they hung Him from a cross. I keep one in my wallet. For the times I feel lost. In a wooden frame with splinters. Where my family kneels to pray. And if you listen close. You'll hear the words He used to say. I've got a picture of Jesus. In His arms so many prayers rest. We've got a picture of Jesus. And with Him we shall be forever blessed. Now it has been spoken. He would come again. But would we recognize. This king among men. There was a man in our time. His words shine bright like the sun. He tried to lift the masses. And was crucified by gun. He was a picture of Jesus. With Him so many prayers rest. He is a picture of Jesus. In His arms so many prayers rest. With Him we shall be forever blessed. Somedays have no beginning. Some days have no end. Some roads are straight and narrow. And some roads only bend. So let us say a prayer. For every living thing. Walking towards a light. From the cross of a King. We long to be a picture of Jesus. In His arms so many prayers rest. I long to be a picture of Jesus. With Him we shall be forever blessed..