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His Eyes Are My Eyes
by
Edna B
HIS EYES ARE MY EYES
THOSE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL
LIKE A MIRROR REFLECTION
AS I KNOW, SO HE KNOWS
HIS HEART IS MY HEART
THE TWO SHOULD BEAT AS ONE
HIS HEART IS MY HEART
MY LIFE, MY LOVE, MY SON
HIS HANDS ARE MY HANDS
COMPASSION THRU THEM FLOWS
HIS HANDS ARE MY HANDS
AND TOGETHER HE AND I KNOW…
HIS EARS ARE MY EARS
WE LISTEN AND HEAR THE WORLD'S CRIES
HIS EARS ARE MY EARS
WE LISTEN AND SO ARE WISE
HIS WORDS ARE MY WORDS
I HEAR THEM AS AN ECHO
I TAUGHT HIM MANY, MANY THINGS
TO CARE, TO LOVE TO KNOW…
WE ARE AS ONE ALTHOUGH APART
THE SUM OF ALL I SAY
HE IS MY SON, AND IN MY MIND
THE REASON GOD ASKED ME TO STAY
FOR IN THIS WORLD
THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS
TO LIVE, TO LOVE, TO BE
HIS EYES ARE MY EYES…THRU HIM I LEARNED TO SEE
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