The Picture...

Hanging there upon a wall, of a friend I'd gone to see,
A picture there, and I just stared, till he stopped and stood by me.
Reaching out he grasped the frame, removing it gently from the wall,
No words were passed, as I touched the glass, the beauty of it all.

Tell me what you see in this, as he showed the picture to me,
My breath was quick and my Heart beat fast, for the lamb therein was me.
Transfixed I was, by a picture so plain, yet words could not describe,
How marks upon a parchment made, could make me feel inside.

A picture of our Lord above, and a Lamb within his arms,
Cradled in his warmest love, protected from all harm.
Resting there so peaceful, it almost seems to grin,
For in those arms a glorious grace, a chance to start again.

Perhaps he's just returned, from wandering far off lands,
He nuzzles close and gives a sigh, in his master's nail scarred hands.
How blessed are we all on Earth, to feel such love and grace,
That is why when children sleep, they have the same sweet face.

So look upon the picture now, and tell me what you see,
Are you as the lamb within his arms?, Or the scars of Calvary.
Place it in a special place, so all that come can see,
And bid them as they look at it, to tell you what they see.


Ron Walker
March 26, 2003