Текст: Frank Sinatra. That's What God Looks Like to Me.

One day as I walked with my son hand in hand
He said, "There are things that I don't understand
How high is the sky? What makes it so blue?
And tell me, dad, what does God look like to you?"

I said, "He looks like a rainbow, just after the rain
He's as golden as wheat dancing over the plain
He looks like the star when the night's crystal clear
He looks like a baby when mother is near"

"His face is the moonlight reflected on snow
His hair like garden where all flowers grow
He's heavenly eyes are as true as the sea
My son, that's what God really looks like"

"His heart like a mountain so vast and so strong
That's why all his children have room to belong
His smile is the morning we waken to see
But you, my son, you are what God really looks like to me"