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