My Fathers Eyes By Amy Grant 19 70s Christian Music

Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul again.

Just a toe rag on the run. How did I get here? What have I done? When will all my hopes arise? How will I know him? When I look in my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes. When I look in my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes.

Then the light begins to shine And I hear those ancient lullabies. And as I watch this seedling grow, Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say? How do I teach him? What do we play? Bit by bit, I´ve realized That´s when I need them, That´s when I need my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes. That´s when I need my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears Through the distant clouds of tears. I´m like a bridge that was washed away; My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die. How could I lose him? What did I try? Bit by bit, I´ve realized That he was here with me; I looked into my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes. I looked into my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes.

My father´s eyes. My father´s eyes. I looked into my father´s eyes. My father´s eyes.

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