The Little Girl Is Crying
The little girl is crying, I do not know why
I pray she will come out and gaze at the blue sky
Although she is out of the dark and dreary room
She's hovering between the garden and house of gloom
The little girl is crying, she’ll not tell me why
Why does she not come out to gaze at the blue sky?
She’s sitting curled up by the dusty window pane
Her tears are falling incessantly like the rain
The little girl is crying, I’ll never know why
Why is she hiding from the beautiful blue sky?
In my frustration, Jesus took hold of her hand
He said, ‘One day, you will, in the garden, stand’
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