| She gently falls asleep
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| Her head is laid upon my lap.
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| The highway sings a soothing lullaby.
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| My daughter here beside me
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| My little boy is in the backseat
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| Outlined by the headlights from behind.
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| I ask the Lord to freeze us here in time
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| As my son reaches out his hand to mine.
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| Chorus
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| Silhouettes sent from Heaven
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| Paint a portrait of eternal things.
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| A fleeting glimpse like a vapor
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| Brings remembrance of what is holy.
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| Clean and pure, unblemished and unflawed
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| Oh, come to me sweet visions of God.
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| I hear her whisper sweetly
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| «I made this for you, Daddy.»
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| Her crayon masterpiece says, «I love you».
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| At last a bedtime story
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| They rush to get beneath the sheets (They gather underneath the sheets)
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| For Peter Pan, Pinocchio, and Pooh.
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| They cling to every word until the end
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| Then they close their eyes and drift to Neverland.
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| Chorus
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| So often I have missed Him
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| Like a shadow in the night
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| A familiar face I fail to recognize
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| But He is there in pigtails,
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| Peek-a-boo and piggyback rides
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| A kiss, a gentle touch, a baby’s cry.
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| Chorus |