I'm sitting here thinking,
thinking about the day.
The day my Lord Jesus Christ,
carried my baby angel away.
Then I think my baby angel sings,
no sorrow, only laughter and play.
While our Lord God Highest of High,
The Almighty leads and lights the way.
Holding the hand of Jesus Christ,
my baby angel walks golden streets.
I miss my little angel and one day,
One day in glorious heaven we will meet.
A day I will praise and rejoice,
My soul will see your face.
We'll be together forever and I'll never,
again feel so out of place.
By Carrie Cheek