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In Heaven's Eyes by Sandi Patty



A fervent prayer rose up to heaven,
A fragile soul was losing ground
Sorting through this earthly babble,
Heaven heard the sound.
It was a life of no distinction,
No successes, only tries.
Yet, gazing down on this unlovely one,
There was love in Heaven's Eyes.

The orphaned child, the wayward father,
The homeless traveler in the rain
When life goes by and no one bothers,
Heaven feels the pain.
Looking down, God sees each heartache,
Knows each sorrow, hears each cry,
And looking up, we'll see compassion's
Fire ablaze in Heaven's Eyes.

In Heaven's Eyes, there are no losers,
In Heaven's Eyes, no hopeless cause.
Only people like you, with feelings like me
And we're amazed at the grace we can find
In Heaven's Eyes.

An oldie through and through, a treasure through and through.

isnt it reassuring. when i feel im just not good at anything, i cant match up, or i just cant muster up enough in me to open that heart i found much easier to leave under lock and key...

He loves me all the same,
He gives me the strength i need
and He tells me im worth it all.

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