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You can see through God's eyesThe innocent eyes of a child How beautiful a child is, In God's eyes, The future is His, As tomorrow's sun starts to rise, The innocent eyes of a child, Can see God's dream. For they look at the world through His eyes, Heaven's beauty yet to be seen, Flowers growing wild, on the Rose on the vine. God had a child in mind, With Love He painted paradise. Watch the dove as He flies, You can see through God's eyes. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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