Where The Children Fly
Andrea Hudson
December 1986
Up above, in a place we've yet to explore.
Is where my son is forevermore
He joins the others who shouldn't die
And this is where the children fly...
They fly so high with wings of gold
Or so my nightly dreams have told
So beautiful, I could not deny..
The place where the children fly...
God's Heaven and His Grace
Give warmth and healing in this place
Where strength is given by and by
To all those where the children fly...
They're chosen not by race or creed
Just by the Lord's Almighty need
To show us, He can sanctify
A place for where the children fly...
And the pain it runs extremely deep
I find it tough, not to weep
For my little son, who did die
Just to go where the children fly...
Parents grieve and families mourn
From them, the children, they are torn
To go with angels who live on high
Because this is where the children fly...
My son, such a precious baby boy
His presence short but brought me joy
I just can't seem to justify
That he joins them there...
Where the Children Fly....
You may reach Andrea at andreamomof2@aol.com for comments.
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