It never mattered,
That his life was worn and battered,
or that his feet were made of clay,
I loved him any way,
I know the price that love will pay,
Now I know,
how my father above,
Looks down at me with love.
Whatever his faults,
I didn't care,
Love has heart vaults,
that are strong enough to bare,
He was lost,
But I said a prayer,
If a life is nothing,
Someone is still loving,
Now I know,
how my father above,
Looks down at me with love.
I see myself and sometime I cry,
I wonder am I living a lie?
Can I someday look God in the eye?
Then I realize God doesn't need and reason why,
My Father in heaven above
Looks down at me with love.