How many times have I often felt
Is God with me or am I fooling myself
Sometimes I think all I can see
Is little of Him and too much of me
I said I want Him to have full control
Then let my passion hinder my goal
The war is raging all of the time
I've got to quit looking through
These eyes of mine
And look through the eyes of perfection
They see no fault at all
Just a finished work,
Not the many times I fall
His eyes are the eyes of love
And when I see every flaw in my life
Oh, how I stand condemned
But He looks at me so differently
He sees me perfect
Through His eyes of love for me