The Final Chapter

I’ve seen the sunrise more times then I can remember;

More madness then I care to re-call.

I saw your eyes in my mirror,

And I still wonder if it meant anything at all.

When I was a child I’d peer in my mirror;

I’d see visions bought by a King.

Loaves of bread broken in pieces,

Twenty four cups, all set in a ring.

Chorus: And angels would weep over teardrops;

And Father watched over me.

At night I would pray in my pillow,

And dream dreams, of His majesty.

I saw the walls all covered with crystal;

I saw the streets all paved with gold.

A river flowed through the middle,

Just like the revelation of old.

Chorus: And angels wept over teardrops;

And Father watched over me.

At night I would pray in my pillow,

And dream dreams, of His majesty.

The world had surrounded my spirit;

I’d fallen more times than the stars in the sky.

But then I saw your eyes in my mirror,

And I knew that they couldn’t lie.

Chorus: Do angels weep over teardrops;

Does Father really watch over me?

At night when I pray in my pillow,

Is it real or just fantasy?

Now that the sun shines again through Jesus;

And the stars stand still in the sky,

I stand with my mirror, broken in pieces,

And thank God for those wondrous eyes!

Chorus: And angels really do weep over teardrops;

And Father really does watch over me.

And at night when I pray in my pillow,

I thank Him for the eyes that helped me see.

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