| Father’s Eyes
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| By Amy Grant
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| I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl,
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| And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
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| But that’s all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
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| When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
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| She’s got her father’s eyes,
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| Her father’s eyes;
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| Eyes that find the good in things,
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| When good is not around;
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| Eyes that find the source of help,
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| When help just can’t be found;
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| Eyes full of compassion,
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| Seeing every pain;
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| Knowing what you’re going through
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| And feeling it the same.
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| Just like my father’s eyes,
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| My father’s eyes,
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| My father’s eyes,
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| Just like my father’s eyes.
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| And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
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| Good and bad they’ll all be had to see by everyone.
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| And when you’re called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
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| More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
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| She had her father’s eyes,
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| Her father’s eyes;
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| Eyes that found the good in things,
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| When good was not around;
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| Eyes that found the source of help,
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| When help would not be found;
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| Eyes full of compassion,
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| Seeing every pain;
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| Knowing what you’re going through,
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| And feeling it the same.
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| Just like my father’s eyes,
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| My father’s eyes,
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| My father’s eyes,
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| Just like my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes,
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| My father’s eyes,
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| Just like my father’s eyes. |