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My little boy kneelin&ampapos; by his bed,Hands folded, sayin&ampapos; his prayers.Talkin&ampapos; to God, man to man:He don&ampapos;t know that I&ampapos;m there.That&ampapos;s a picture I&ampapos;d like to frame.That&ampapos;s a picture only God can paint.That&ampapos;s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:That&ampapos;s a picture.My daughter sittin&ampapos; in her high chair,Ravioli all over her face.I stand an&ampapos; stare at her innocence:I don&ampapos;t see the mess that she made.That&ampapos;s a picture I&ampapos;d like to frame.That&ampapos;s a picture only God can paint.That&ampapos;s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:Yeah, that&ampapos;s a picture.I&ampapos;ve seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone&ampapos;s breath,An postcards of Paris in the spring.No paper or canvass compares what happens,To my heart in moments like these.My perfect angel, her hair all up,Blastin&ampapos; at her radio.She&ampapos;d a-died if she knew I saw her,Dancin&ampapos; while she folded the clothes.That&ampapos;s a picture I&ampapos;d like to frame.That&ampapos;s a picture only God can paint.That&ampapos;s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:Yeah, that&ampapos;s a picture.Oh, what a picture.That&ampapos;s a picture.