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He's the look of love in a mother's eyes
He's the smell of a rose that never dies
He's a summer drive with the sunroof down
and how you speak your love without a single sound.
He's the trees we climbed and the bikes we rode
He's the rocking chair where we're growing old
He's the fireside on Christmas Day
He's the things we feel, but never have to say
He's daddy's girl or a lover's touch
He's the memories that we love so much
He's the sound of the rain on a window sill
He's the cross that stood on the top of a hill.
Chorus
You ask me who is God well baby I can't say
I imagine He's kind of like yesterday
when we walked through the field and enjoyed the view
and the time I spend with a friend like you.
Like a place I know a familiar face
I imagine he's better than my best of days
in the beautiful things I'm thinkin of
I imagine He is kind of like the ones I love.
He's the friend we love and found again
He's the pond that we went swimming in
He's the nights we stayed up late to talk
He's the days we went out for a walk
He's recess time in second grade
He's the cookies that our grandma made
He's a summer night on the hood of a car
and the wish we made upon a star.
CHORUS
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CHORUS
What heaven is well I don't know
but I know one thing that when I go
and look into the face of God
it will be what I've seen all along
his creation is his tapestry
for a portrait of his majesty
and how much more will I want to sing
when I catch a glimpse of the original thing.
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He's the songs we learned when we were young
He's the colors in the setting sun
He's a barefoot walk in the morning dew
He's our favorite book and our best friend too