Hello God, its me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304. Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war. This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night. Im fighting back the tears as she fights for her life. Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Dont you know one day shell be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. Shes much too young to be on her own: Barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven? Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made, As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake? She wants to ride a pony when shed big enough. She wants to marry her Daddy when shes all grown up. Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Dont you know one day shell be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. Shes much too young to be on her own: Barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven? Lord, dont you know shes my angel You got plenty of your own And I know you hold a place for her But shes already got a home Well I dont know if youre listenin But praying is all thats left to do So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too And it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Dont you know one day shell be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. Lord, I know once youve made up your mind, Theres no use in beggin. So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways, And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven. The streets of Heaven.
Artist: Sherrie Austin
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