He sits upon my wall,
His eyes refuse to watch me.
The sinner i have become,
Some days his eyes grow,
Bigger and brighter then before.
I know hes ashamed,
As the painting of Jesus i drew sits on my,
wall i refuse to look,
Because i know.
I servant must beg the master,
But my master wont hear.
I have lost the trust i worked so hard,
to gain, I am but a straying sheep.
Will he bring me home?
