Face Of God

When my little girl gets that sleep in her eyes, And she settles in with her head on my chest, Why do I feel like my heart's gonna burst? That I'm willing to die for this angel at rest? And why am I filled with unshakeable faith, When I look at that child so fragile and sweet? There's something eternal I see in her face, Something much more than her mother and me. Maybe I'm looking at the face of God. Makes me think I may be looking at the face of God, And He's smiling back at me. Why do I feel like the smallest of things, When I try to count all the stars in the sky? When I see the world that we're in at it's worst, Why do I feel like it'll all be all right? I can't see the wind as it moves through the trees. So how do I know that I know that I know, That somebody out there is speaking to me? Saying: "I love you and you're not alone." Maybe I'm looking at the face of God. Makes me think I may be looking at the face of God, And He's smiling back at me. Oh, I know that I know that I know that He's out there. Somebody's out there. When I look at the beauty around me, And the love that surrounds me. Maybe I'm looking at the face of God. Makes me think I may be looking at the face of God, And He's smiling back at me. Maybe I'm looking at the face of God. And He's smiling back at me.