In a Leather Locket

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…