|
|
|
|
|
|
She�s Gone |
|
It can�t be true, I remember saying, |
I got down on my knees and started praying; |
�Lord, please don�t take her, we need her still� |
but the Lord replied, |
�But child it is not of your will� |
I had to put my trust in him as he said he�s made a place for my baby girl; |
I grabbed my daughter�s hand and wiped the tears from my face. |
So instead of going shopping with her to buy her pretty thing , |
I get to buy her a dress to be buried in. |
She knew that I loved her and she knew that I cared, |
and God has taken her in his loving arms and in heaven she�ll be shared. |
I can feel her looking down on me as her body lies here cold, |
I can�t help but think of the things she�ll miss because she�ll never grow old; |
She�ll never say her first word, take her first step, |
she�ll never graduate high school or move away from home, |
She�ll never have her own little baby or visit Paris or Rome, |
She�ll never marry her sweetheart, but she�ll also never be hungry or cold again. |
She�ll have plenty of angels she can call her friends |
She�ll never grow old she�ll always have her beauty and her grace |
My sweet and precious Faith was only two weeks old when she passed away, |
But now, I have a Precious angels shining down on me from heaven above |
So I may cry and I may weep for I have lost my baby Faith |
But we will be together again someday, |
for the Lord has saved me a place right next to my sweet and precious Faith. |
So goodnight baby girl, be in peace and go take God�s hand, and don�t worry |
Mommy will see you really soon, |
when he calls me to promise land. |
|