There are days I look deeply into two sets of little eyes,
wondering what memories will keep.
And although I know there’s nothing I can do,
to make the good ones stick stronger,
There are some things I certainly hope for.
I hope they see my smile,
more than they see my furrowed brow.
I hope they hear me sing,
more than they hear my voice raised.
I hope they see my eyes,
more than they see my phone.
I hope they find me patient,
more than they find me frustrated.
I hope they see less money and more time,
less busy and more heart.
I hope they see more actions and less words,
less stress and more hope.
I hope they see me try, and fail, and try again,
And when my cracks are all made plain,
I hope they see my imperfections,
And decide to love me anyway.
I hope they know my love for them runs deeper,
than I ever dreamed it could.
And more than anything, or anyone,
I hope they see Jesus, working real inside of me.