That's A Picture

My little boy kneelin' by his bed Hands folded, sayin' his prayers Talkin' to God, man to man He don't know that I'm there That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture That's a picture My daughter sittin' in her high chair Ravioli all over her face I stand and stare at her innocence I don't see the mess that she made That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture Yeah, that's a picture I've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath An postcards of Paris in the spring No paper or canva*s compares what happens To my heart in moments like these My perfect angel, her hair all up Blastin' at her radio She'd a-died if she knew I saw her Dancin' while she folded the clothes That's a picture I'd like to frame That's a picture only God can paint That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture Yeah, that's a picture. oh, what a picture, that's a picture