| One day as I walked with my son hand in hand
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| He said, there are things that I don’t understand
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| How high is the sky? |
| what makes it so blue?
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| And tell me, dad, what does God look like to you?
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| I said, He looks like a rainbow, just after the rain
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| He’s as golden as wheat dancing over the plain
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| He looks like the star when the night’s crystal clear
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| He looks like a baby when mother is near
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| His face is the moonlight reflected on snow
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| His hair like garden where all flowers grow
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| He’s heavenly eyes are as true as the sea
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| My son, that’s what God really looks like
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| His heart like a mountain so vast and so strong
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| That’s why all his children have room to belong
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| His smile is the morning we waken to see
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| But you, my son, you are what God really looks like to me |