I see the things that people do, I hear the words they say. I see the choices that they make, The ones that leave a mark and stay. But I can only see one part, One moment, one small view. You see the road that brought them here, And everything they've traveled through. So when my own hurt clouds the picture, When my judgment starts to rise, Help me look beyond what I can see And see them through Your eyes. Let me see them through Your eyes Not as perfect, not as right, But as souls He came to rescue, Precious children in His sight. I don't have to call wrong right Or pretend that hurt was kind. Just help me see the person Behind the choices in my mind. Father, give me something greater Than this little view of mine. Teach me how to love Your children. Let me see them through Your eyes. Let me see my own dear children As the souls You always knew— Not just through a mother's hopes Or what I dreamed that they would do. When they stumble, when they flourish, When their road looks strange to me, Help me trust that You are working In the things I cannot see. And the children I called bonus, Whom I loved for all those years— I have seen them through my memories, Through my questions, through my tears. I know the things that broke my heart. You know the things I never knew. So don't erase the truth, dear Father— Just enlarge my point of view. Let me see them through Your eyes. Not as perfect, not as right, But as souls He came to rescue, Precious children in His sight. I don't have to call wrong right Or pretend that hurt was kind. Just help me see the person Behind the choices in my mind. Father, give me something greater Than this little view of mine. Teach me how to love Your children. Let me see them through Your eyes. Let me see the ones who hurt me And if there are any I have hurt. Help me see beyond our differences, To the soul of endless worth. Let me see the one who's lonely, The one others criticize, The stranger I know nothing of Let me see them through Your eyes. You see the child they used to be. You see the wounds they never show. You see the battles fought in silence, Things I'll never get to know. You see the light still growing in them, Every chance to change and rise. You see the whole eternal story— I see one moment with my eyes. And You see me that way, too, Lord— Every failure You can see. Yet somehow You see past them all To who You know that I can be. If that's the mercy You have given, Then that's the mercy I would choose. Let the grace I hope You'll give me Shape the way I see them too. Let me see them through Your eyes— Not as perfect, not as right, But as souls of endless value, Precious children in His sight. Give me wisdom to see clearly, Give me courage to see true, Give me mercy for the places Only You can see them through. I don't need to know their whole story. I don't need to understand. I can leave what I don't know Safely in my Father's hands. And before I judge another, Before hurt decides my view, Let me stop and ask You, Father: “What do You see when You look at them that I don't see yet?” Open up my heart, dear Father. Open up my eyes. For every soul I meet along the way, Teach me to see them Through Your eyes.
