there is one small tree standing proud in the front yard of our brand new house / that's the only place my daughter can hide while i close my eyes and count / she thinks no one will find her, unless she opens up her eyes / she's hiding from something more with her eyes closed as tight as mine / on these front steps i can hear my wife singing to the song on the radio / and my daughter starts to quietly laugh as she waits for me to reach zero / the innocence and the trust that she has placed in me / should be enough to keep me here but sometimes i don't always see / chorus / who am i that i should have all this / who am i to understand / all these gifts that have been given / and this grace that pours into my hands / i had spent my whole life struggling for what i thought to be right / and in trying to succeed at that i seemed to have lost sight / wrapped in my misgivings, fighting the bottle to hide where i'd been / she was waiting up with tears in her eyes saying daddy please don't leave again / chorus / how many times can one man be delivered from the work of his own hands / how many times will i be forgiven and given another chance / like the prodigal son when he returned, i was ashamed of who i had become / i had turned my back on my family like he turned from his father to run / but the father cried tears of joy, pouring grace on the one who realized / now i feel like both the father and son, every time i look into my daughter's eyes
