A man sketches a portrait
Of his dark haired, pretty lady
She is elegant and stylish
But she looks a little shady
A beautiful lady, who
He remembers, when she was young
He was overwhelmed with happiness
They were very much in love
Alas she died of fever
But those memories linger on
This portrait comes from memory
Of an image O, so strong
He captures the moment
With his pen and with his ink
The darkness which his heart became
He doesn’t care to think
The man finishes the portrait
Puts the final touches to the past
And places his pretty lady
Behind a pane of glass
He hangs the picture on the wall
And then stands a little back
He has captured her in every detail
Nothing did it lack
Oh, what a pretty lady!
Finished to perfection
The prettiest lady on the wall
Attracting everyone’s attention
There is One who draws a picture
Of what we all should be
If only we would trust in Him
Then we would see ourselves as He
Jesus sees the portraits
Of every living soul
He knows the darkness of each heart
And wants to make them whole
If people would only see the light
Darkness from their hearts would flee
Everyday can be bright and cheerful
In Jesus, the man from Galilee
