29 setembro 2010

Os olhos do Pai.

Uma música bem antiga, lembro-me que era miúda quando a ouvi a primeira vez. Compreende muito daquilo que quero para a minha vida. Ser um pequeno reflexo daquilo que Deus é.



I may not be every mother's
dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind
of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long as I
can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I
want to hear them say,
She's got her father's eyes,
Her father's eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can't be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.
And on that day when we will
pay for all the deeds we
have done,
Good and bad they'll all be
had to see by everyone.
And when you're called to
stand and tell just what you
saw in me,
More than anything I know, I
want your words to be,
She had her father's eyes,
Her father's eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.