That's a Picture

My little boy kneelin' by his bed
Hands folded, sayin' his prayers
Talkin' to God, man to man
He don't know that I'm thereThat's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
That's a pictureMy daughter sittin' in her high chair
Ravioli all over her face
I stand and stare at her innocence
I don't see the mess that she madeThat's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
Yeah, that's a pictureI've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath
An postcards of Paris in the spring
No paper or canvass compares what happens
To my heart in moments like theseMy perfect angel, her hair all up
Blastin' at her radio
She'd a-died if she knew I saw her
Dancin' while she folded the clothesThat's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
Yeah, that's a picture. oh, what a picture, that's a picture