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The moment was custom made to order |
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I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe |
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An' like children do she started playin' twenty questions' |
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But I never would've guessed one could touch me to my soul |
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She said, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? |
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Are we goin' there to visit or are we goin' there to stay? |
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Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings? |
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An' do you think that God could use another Angel |
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To help pour out the rain?" |
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Well, I won't lie, I pulled that car right over |
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An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes |
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An' I whispered, "Lord, I wanna thank you for my children |
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'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise" |
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Like, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? |
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Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay? |
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Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings? |
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An' do you think that God could use another Angel |
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To help pour out the rain?" |
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Well, I thought about it later on |
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An' a smile came to my face |
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An' when I tucked her into bed |
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I got down on my knees an' prayed |
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"Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? |
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I don't wanna come to visit 'cause I'm comin' home to stay |
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An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face |
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An' do you think, Lord, you could use another Angel |
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To help pour out the rain?" |
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Mmm, can I help pour out the rain? |
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Can I help pour out the rain? |