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A man of the Cross a Sculptor to be the Irony He sees what he sees not like you and me He sees with his hands because the eyes cannot see Blinded by time nearly a century so cruel to me But a spiritual man a glow on his face now he sees with His hands oh father Leonard you are a friend to me You shared what you shared so unselfishly you spent half Of your Life molding clay with your hands So the eye could see the beauty in God and man Now the hand are his eyes What an Irony It seams so cruel to you and me But the priest you see picks up his cross With a smile on his face and uses his hand he's Letras de cancionesThankful to god for the Time that he had and even though he is blind He can see with his hands A man of the Cross a Sculptor to be the Irony He sees what he sees not like you and me He sees with his hands because the eyes cannot see Blinded by time nearly a century so cruel to me But a spiritual man a glow on his face now he sees with His hands oh father Leonard you are a friend to me You shared what you shared so I could see you spent half Of your Life molding clay with your hands So the eye could see the beauty in God and man Now the hand are his eyes What an Irony It seams so cruel to you and me But the priest you see picks up his cross With a smile on his face and uses his hand he's Thankful to god for the Time that he had and even though he is blind He can see with his hands (Thanks to Kevin Lajiness for these lyrics) From Letras Mania