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.

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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.

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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.

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