One day as I walked with my son hand in hand He said, there are things that I don´t understand How high is the sky? what makes it so blue? And tell me, dad, what does God look like to you? I said, He looks like a rainbow, just after the rain
He´s as golden as wheat dancing over the plain He looks like the star when the night´s crystal clear He looks like a baby when mother is near His face is the moonlight reflected on snow His hair like garden where all flowers grow He´s heavenly eyes are as true as the sea My son, that´s what God really looks like His heart like a mountain so vast and so strong That´s why all his children have room to belong His smile is the morning we waken to see But you, my son, you are what God really looks like to me