I look upon his face
and what do I see?
But the King of kings
smiling down upon me.
His smile with great white teeth,
which makes all evil run down beneath.
His eyes like the star,
all gleaming and gay.
Brighter by night
than they are by day.
This thing from my Father,
this thing from above.
It is not like any other kind of love.
It glows and it sings,
and it makes me feel strange things.
On the inside I am warm,
on the out I am cold.
On the inside I am new,
on the out I am old.
This thing from my Father,
this thing from above.
Yes, it is unlike any human love.
More Than Useless: Christian Music & Poetry
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