| A fervent prayer rose up to heaven,
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| A fragile soul was losing ground,
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| Sorting through the earthly babble,
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| Heaven heard the sound.
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| This was a life of no distinction
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| No successes only trials.
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| Yet gazing down on this unlovely one,
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| There was love in heaven’s eyes.
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| In heaven’s eyes there are no losers,
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| In heaven’s eyes no hopeless cause.
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| Only people like you
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| With feelings like me,
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| Amazed by the grace
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| We can find in heaven’s eyes.
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| The orphan child, the wayward father,
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| The homeless traveler in the rain.
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| When life goes by and no one bothers,
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| Heaven feels the pain.
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| Looking down God sees each heartache,
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| Knows each sorrow, hears each cry.
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| And looking up we’ll see compassion’s fire,
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| Ablaze in heaven’s eyes. |