It han gs above my altar
Like they h ung him from a c ross
I keep one in my wallet
For the t imes that I feel l ost
I n a wooden frame with splinters
Where my f amily kneels to p ray
A nd if you listen real close
You'll hear the w ords he used to say
I 've got a picture of J esus
I n His arms my p rayers rest
I 've got a picture of J esus
A nd with Him we shall be f orever b lessed