I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the minds
But that's all right,
When people look inside my life,
She's got her Father's eyes,
Her Father's eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can't be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same.
My Father's eyes,
My Father's eyes,
Just like my Father's eyes.
And on that day when we will pay
Good and bad they'll all be had
And when you're called to stand and tell
More than anything I know,
She had her Father's eyes,
Her Father's eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my Father's eyes,
My Father's eyes,
My Father's eyes,
Just like my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes,
My Father's eyes...
~BLESSED~
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