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Sometimes His eyes were gentle and filled with laughter |
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And sometimes they cried |
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Sometimes there was a fire of Holy anger |
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In Jesus' eyes |
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But the eyes that saw hope in the hopeless |
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That saw through the fault to the need |
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Are the same eyes that look down from heaven |
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Into the deepest part of you and me |
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And His eyes are always upon us |
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His eyes never close in sleep |
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And no matter where you go |
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You will always be in His eyes |
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In His eyes |
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Sometimes His voice comes calling like rolling thunder |
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Or like driving rain |
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And sometimes His voice is quiet and we start to wonder |
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If He knows our pain |
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But He who spoke peace to the water |
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Cares more for our hearts than the waves |
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And the voice that once said, "You're forgiven." |
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Still says, "You're forgiven", today |
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Today |
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Sometimes I look above me when stars are shining |
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And I feel so small |
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How could the God of heaven and all creation |
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Know I'm here at all |
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But then in the silence He whispers: |
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"My child, I created you too |
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and you're my most precious creation |
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I even gave my Son for you." |
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And His eyes are always upon you |
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His eyes never close in sleep |
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and no matter where you go |
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you will always be in His eyes |
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no matter where you go |
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you will always be in His eyes |
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Sometimes His eyes were gentle |
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and filled with laughter |