GREAT SAVIOR GOD, how good it is that you gave us your picture. I keep it in a leather locket, on a chain around my neck, near my heart.
When I long for you,
I pop my locket open; I find you there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is genuine, so real.
When phoniness presses in, is benchmarked in high esteem,
I pop my locket open; I find your reality there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is a beacon, so sure.
When my path becomes dark, my steps confused, unsure,
I pop my locket open; I find your counsel there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is a haven secure, so strong.
When life’s terrors set on, life’s terrors suffuse,
I pop my locket open; I find your strength there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is ever new, vibrant, so alive.
When mortality cheats my eternal view, steals my eternal hope,
I pop my locket open; I find your resurrection there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is a hearth aglow, so warm.
When I am cast out, beguiled, cut low,
I pop my locket open; I find your embraces there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is a mirror sharp, so true.
When I stumble, yea I grieve,
I pop my locket open; I find your grace there…
GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your blessed picture, in my leather locket,
O how it resonates with your Word, even your beautiful, holy Name…