Help Pour Out The Rain

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The moment was custom made to order,

I was riding with my daughter

On our way back from Monroe,

And like children do,

she started playing 20 questions

but i never would've quessed one

could touch me to my soul.

She said "Daddy, when we get to heaven,

can I taste the Milky Way?

Are we going there to visit, or are we

going there to stay?

Am I gonna see my Grandpa?

Can I have a pair of wings?

And do you think that God could use another angel, to help pour out the rain?"

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Well I won't lie, I pulled that car right over,

And I sat there on the shoulder, trying to dry

my misty eyes. And I whispered, "Lord,

I wanna thank you for my children,'cause

your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise.

Like Daddy, "When we get to heaven, can I taste the milky way? Are we going there to visit, or are we going there to stay? Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings? And do you think that God could use another angel, to help pour out the rain?"

Well I thought about it later on and a smile came to my face. And when I tucked her into bed, I got down on my knees and prayed.

"Lord, when I get to heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? I don't wanna come to visit, 'cause I'm coming home to stay. And I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face-to-face. And do you think Lord, ypou could use another angel, to help pour out the rain?"

mmmmm, can I help pour out the rain? Can I help pour out the rain?

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