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 and 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