A few years and some months back
I was the picture!
Everything was about me
I had my frame
And we had a wall on which we hung!
A few years ago, you became the picture
It is all about you now
I am your frame
Missing, is the wall on which we’ll hang!
I pray i’m not too tight
To crack your picture
Or not too loose to drop it
I pray i’m just the right frame
To hold your picture well!
We both will need a strong wall
A wall to keep us hanging
Thru the stormy days and nights
And when the breeze is gentle and cool
I pray we get hung on a wall
Strong, broad and beautiful
A wall, on which we will hang
Even till the end of time!
The picture, the frame and the wall!