| When my little girl gets that sleep in her eyes
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| And she settles in with her head on my chest
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| Why do I feel like my heart’s gonna burst
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| That I’m willing to die for this angel at rest
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| And why am I filled with unshakable faith
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| When I look at that child so fragile and sweet
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| There’s something eternal I see in her face
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| Something much more than her mother and me
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| Maybe I’m looking at the face of God
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| Makes me think I may be looking at the face of God
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| And He’s smiling back at me
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| Why do I feel like the smallest of things
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| When I try to count all the stars in the sky
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| When I see the world that we’re in at it’s worst
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| Why do I feel like it’ll all be all right
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| I can’t see the wind as it moves through the trees
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| So how do I know that I know that I know
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| That somebody out there is speaking to me
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| Saying: I love you and you’re not alone
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| Oh, I know that I know that I know that He’s out there
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| Somebody’s out there
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| When I look at the beauty around me
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| And the love that surrounds me
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| Maybe I’m looking at the face of God
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| And He’s smiling back at me |