Like watercolors falling down the page
They outline the strength of His face
The Borealis of Aurora's grace
It resides from His one finger's trace
How can the seeing be so blind
Yet we turn our heads
And say we need a sign
A voice that's calm
But then explodes in violet rage
He can crack open the skies
As it turns the night to day
The tempest has no fear
Has no respect for grace
Like a mirror held to God
A storm reflects His strength
How can the seeing be so blind
Yet we turn our heads
And say we need a sign
Through His eyes
I see the things
I thought I'd never dream of
And I know it comes from above
Through His eyes
Visions falling
Through the back of my mind
And I know He placed it there
Before time
Through His eyes
I see the things
I thought I'd never dream of
And I know it comes from above
Through His eyes
The visions falling
Through the back of my mind
And I know He placed it there
Before time, before time
Through His Eyes was written by David Zaffiro.
Through His Eyes was produced by David Zaffiro & Maverick Gibson.