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Heaven in Your Eyes
Contributed by
ginsdance
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Thursday, 3rd October 2002 @ 09:00:00 PM in AEST
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When I look into your eyes
I see pictures of heaven.
Long walks down golden streets,
And St. Peter guarding the entrance.
I see mansions and loved ones
And old country rivers
That wind and trickle
A soft melody,
Along with meadows and wild animals,
I see a wide front porch with old stories
That are told and passed down,
And disagreements that are settled
Over a pot of coffee, or tea,
Not by guns and fists and knives.
I see heaven in your eyes.
Maybe it's just that your generation
Has embedded itself into the way I see my life.
But, Papa let me tell you something,
When you tell me those stories around the kitchen table,
And listen to me as I weave tales
And share in my achievements
And applaud me no matter what I do,
I know that I can see Jesus in you.
And I know that he would be proud
That heaven is reflected in your eyes.
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Re: Heaven in Your Eyes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Thursday, 3rd October 2002 @ 09:12:06 PM AEST (User
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Beautiful tribute, Gin... loved it....
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Re: Heaven in Your Eyes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rose on
Sunday, 6th October 2002 @ 06:59:05 AM AEST (User
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Just so beautiful and touching from the heart. Your Papa must be very proud of his grandaughter. How I love to hear stories and just listen to our older generations of folks. I grew up with those morals and thoughts of that time 30's-60's. I really have a tough time in this generation of now, although I am trying. wonderful write, Gin.
Always, Amber Rose :) |
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