These eyes have seen the sunrise Have seen the setting sun Have seen the moon above us Have seen the glory done These eyes have seen a flower Have seen a child born Have seen the gift of loving But lord you see I’m torn There’s those who sit here bragging Of the death they proudly bring Denying all the glory That your angels sing These children see the horror They see a world of blood But blinded by the slaughter Have seen no childhood These eyes have seen a rainbow Have seen a humming bird Have seen the feast of plenty Have listened to your word These eyes have seen the glory The gift of being born Yes, my lord I’m grateful But now I find me torn There’s those who sit here bragging Of the death they proudly bring Denying all the glory That your angels sing These children see the horror They see a world of blood But blinded by the slaughter Have seen no childhood These eyes have seen so many The the greatness of design I’m troubled by the carnage Is this world so blind The world it keep on spinning I don’t know how we could When children see the slaughter And don’t see a childhood.
