Pictures On My Wall

Written when I was 17, but ever relevant.

Pictures on my wall, wondering when I’ll fall.
’Cause I’m in the middle of a crumbling crowd of dreams.
Is it who I am? Or what I do?
Still I wonder what I’ve done to get no love from you.

Is this selfish pride? Am I messed up inside?
Is everything I thought to be true just knifing me in the back?
“No,” I say today. “It cannot be this way.”
I know the Truth; It set me free — so why am I wandering?

Lord, take my hand — please comfort me.
I know that I feel lost, but Your face I want to see.
If rejected by man, much more above —
I don’t need to fill up with this world’s worthless love.

Don’t let me lose my faith; please take away my pride.
I know that I’m human, but I’m not lost inside.