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Daddy Eyes
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My baby daughter loves flowers.
She plucks off their pretty heads,
Then spreads them out
to make comfy beds.

We're not to tear apart
What God puts together,
But we do it anyway...

My brave son loves trees.
He tears them branch from limb,
Wooden swords to save
maidens he uses them.

We're not to tear apart
What God puts together,
But we do it anyway...

Young couples love promises,
But break them for most any reason,
Mostly dreaming true love
awaits in a new season.

We're not to tear apart
What God puts together,
But we do it anyway,
Yet through daddy eyes
All God sees is His kids
Who do not know
What they do,
And loves us anyway
Through and through.

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by J Alan R

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