Dwell in the Tension

I need a picture of this poem... something that will illustrate this tension.



A tension is here, and has always been here
Where we live in both gladness and sadness
It's called life in a Kingdom both distant and near
Where we live between boredom and madness

The tension is found where the Dark meets the Light
Where ugly and beauty collide
Where our hearts whisper "peace" while our voices scream "fight"
And the living have already died

No our King is not safe, but He's certainly Good
And He carries no sword nor a gun
It confused us at first; we assumed that He would
But you see, He has already won

So are we afraid in this tension to dwell
Between the world and how it could be
Where we see glimpses of Heaven through the fingers of Hell
And we're set free to be who we should be