Isaac E. Smith - Greatest of Gifts lyrics

The pain comes in a rush Creating a crowd to hush Everyone anxious to come and see What has come out to be And there you lay, in perfection Seeing strait into your own reflection Those eyes of the ocean That hair of flowing gold Which only the Heaven's could ever be shown From this radiance, this pa**ion That has come to us in a familiar fashion And in reality we come to see The beauty of true morality That in her hands there she lays A beauty that could never be shamed Something so perfect and so unqiue It makes all awe and cannot speak A single tear than falls from the Mother's face As she embraces the one she has placed In this Godly moment of grace