Heaven Doesn'T Have a Phone Line
I want to hear your voice
But my savior is the dial tone.
I pick it up this time hopeful
But still no one on the phone.
I really need to talk to you.
I really wish you'd call.
I stand on this cliff not wanting to jump
But hoping to fall.
I just don't understand.
I know God can see.
I find myself praying every night ,
"Lord, please just let him call me"
My mom still insists I need to start moving on .
It breaks her heart to tell me the truth,
"You need to accept that he's gone".
I just can't though,
I never got to say good bye.
I just need to get a hold of heaven,
I have to at least try.
I have to figure it out
and then I'll be just fine.
"Lord please just listen to me....
Heaven desperately needs a phone line."
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