Visions Of God - David Phelps
She gently falls asleep Her head is laid upon my lap. The highway sings a soothing lullaby. My daughter here beside me My little boy is in the backseat Outlined by the headlights from behind. I ask the Lord to freeze us here in time As my son reaches out his hand to mine. Chorus Silhouettes sent from Heaven Paint a portrait of eternal things. A fleeting glimpse like a vapor Brings remembrance of what is holy. Clean and pure, unblemished and unflawed Oh, come to me sweet visions of God. I hear her whisper sweetly "I made this for you, Daddy." Her crayon masterpiece says, "I love you". At last a bedtime story They rush to get beneath the sheets (They gather underneath the sheets) For Peter Pan, Pinocchio, and Pooh. They cling to every word until the end Then they close their eyes and drift to Neverland. Chorus So often I have missed Him Like a shadow in the night A familiar face I fail to recognize But He is there in pigtails, Peek-a-boo and piggyback rides A kiss, a gentle touch, a baby's cry. Chorus
Artist: David Phelps
Title: Visions Of God