Picture Show

All those years, I sat in tears, thinking no one knew me

I would cry, as they passed by

and only looked right through me

Invisible, in my own world, where nothing else could faze me

If I disappeared, away from here, someone would replace me

Everything was meaningless, in my sea of loneliness

But there’s just one you, and there’s just one me

We comprise one whole, individually

There’s a woven web, made of human hearts

With no exclusions, or interchangeable parts

There’s a difference made, more than you can know

Every step you take, everywhere you go

In the Master’s plan, is accounted for

You’re a melody, playing high and low

Part of the music in, the Grand Picture Show

So many days, I thought of ways, to rise above my trials

I’d fall again, and that’d begin, another downward spiral

I tried so hard, I ripped apart, so trapped in desperation

I found myself, calling for help, and begging for salvation

Life was all devastating, with my demands and controlling

But there’s just one God, and He’s not me

Nothing happens here, accidentally

There’s a woven web, made of human hearts

With no exclusions, or interchangeable parts

Every time I fail, and make another mess

I’m met with His love, and His forgiveness

I’m a harmony, playing high and low

Part of the music in, the Grand Picture Show

So if you expect, a level playing field

Where we’re all the same, what would that song yield

Like a choice of words, stuck within the throat

There’s no rhythm heard, to a single note

We’ll have ups and downs, life will be unfair

But we can stay on course, once we’re aware

That we’re a symphony, playing high and low

Part of the music in, the Grand Picture Show