That's A Picture Lyrics

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

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