His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)

I want to paint you a picture today, of a man who’s made his share of mistakes.
I want to paint you a picture today, and I hope you grasp it, for your own sake.
I want to paint you a picture today, of a guy, who was, oh so fine
He was living it nice, and some would say he was close to cloud nine.

But maybe it was those short skirts
Or maybe that gambling addiction
Or maybe it was that lie he told
That exaggerated the facts to fiction

Slowly it burnt my conscience away

And all I want, is for You and me, to live so happily.
But all I am, can’t convince this smoke, to let me breathe.

I want to paint you a picture in the afternoon, of a man, who was living blind
I want to paint you a picture in the afternoon, and he’s not so fine anymore

And the canyon that he had dug, searching for his so-called lost treasure
Was a hole that had to be filled, while he clung to his sinful pleasure

He gambled his life away

And all I want, is for You and me, to live so happily.
But all I am, can’t convince this sin, to pack up and leave.

I want to paint you a picture in the darkness, of a man at his funeral
I want to paint you a picture in the darkness, where there was only one attending soul.

He turned out fine anyway.
I turned out dead anyways.
I just want to be free

I want to paint you a picture this morning, ‘cause You’re mercies are new everyday.
I want to paint you a picture this morning, ‘cause with your blood You made a way.

And all I want, is for You and me, to live so happily.
And all I am can’t ever convince You to leave.

All Songs Copyrighted to Joe K. Griffith 2009©