It brings a teardrop to my eye.
A pot of soup gets passed around,
For a mere month they'll be in town.
They've lived their life in a far off land,
And been amazed at the movement of His hand.
I have to smile at the change through time,
We're getting shorter with every ringing of the chime.
Their kids are grown, married off and gone,
Yeah, time flies away like a bird without a song.
You glance away, a moment gone and then,
They switch from little ones to your very best of friends.
So twenty years of living the call,
You can see in their eyes that they're in for the long haul.
They're beautiful, the image of Your face.
They're beautiful, bless their feet and bless their place.
May their house be filled with blessings for the rest of their lives,
A place to find salvation and a rest from the strife.
They're beautiful, the image of Your face.
They're beautiful, bless their feet and bless their place.
They're beautiful, the image of Your face.
They're beautiful, bless their feet and bless their place.
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