That's A Picture - Neal McCoy

My little boy kneelin' by his bed

Hands folded, sayin' his prayers

Talkin' to God, man to man:

He don’t know that I’m there

That’s a picture I’d like to frame

That’s a picture only God can paint

That’s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:

That’s a picture

My daughter sittin' in her high chair

Ravioli all over her face

I stand an' stare at her innocence:

I don’t see the mess that she made

That’s a picture I’d like to frame

That’s a picture only God can paint

That’s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:

Yeah, that’s a picture

I’ve seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone’s breath

An postcards of Paris in the spring

No paper or canvass compares what happens

To my heart in moments like these

My perfect angel, her hair all up

Blastin' at her radio

She’d a-died if she knew I saw her

Dancin' while she folded the clothes

That’s a picture I’d like to frame

That’s a picture only God can paint

That’s the kind of beauty no camera can capture:

Yeah, that’s a picture

Oh, what a picture

That’s a picture