Sometimes His eyes were gentle

And filled with laughter,

And sometimes they cried;

Sometimes there was a fire

Of holy anger,

In Jesus' eyes.

But the eyes that saw hope in the hopeless,

That saw through the fault to the need,

Are the same eyes that look down from heaven

Into the deepest part of you and me.



CHORUS

His eyes are always upon us;

His eyes never close in sleep.

And no matter where you go,

You will always be in His eyes, in His eyes.



Sometimes His voice comes calling

Like rolling thunder,

Or like driving rain;

And sometimes His voice is quiet,

And we start to wonder

If He knows our pain.

But He who spoke peace to the water

Cares more for our hearts than the waves,

And the voice that once said "You're forgiven",

Still says "You're forgiven" today.



Sometimes I look above me when stars are shining

And I feel so small;

How could the God of heaven and all creation

Know I'm here at all.

But then in silence He whispers,

"My child, I created you too

And you're my most precious creation;

I even gave my Son for you."



(chorus)



Sometimes His eyes were gentle, and filled with laughter.