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