She's Running with Angels
by Bob PetersonPlaying hide and seek with my little darling,
Where oh where could she be?
A voice from the corner said, "I'm right here.
This is where you'll find me."
Bedtime stories, last minute hugs and kisses,
Goodnight my angel, sweet dreams.
I close the door and I hear her praying,
And I swear at that moment it seems,
She's running with angels, walking with Jesus,
Talking with the Father, friend to friend.
She's running with angels, dancing midst the flowers,
Sing her own love song, one without an end.
I'd watch her run and play, she'd spread her arms and fly away.
Watch me Daddy, I'm and angel flying free.
I'd drink in her joy, and think life really has been good to me,
And in my innocence, I though it always would be.
But life isn't always fair. At times it can be downright mean.
If someone's got to suffer, why her? Why not me?
Lord hold my baby. I'm scared to death of losing her.
How can I face what tomorrow may be?
At times I wish I knew today, just what it is tomorrow holds.
But maybe it's better that the future no one sees.
If I had known before, the path on which I walk today,
I never could have risen from my knees.
Now I'm looking again for my little darling.
Where oh where can she be?
A voice in my heart says, "I'm right here,
This is where you'll find me."
I'm running with angels, singing with Jesus,
And being with the Father so much fun.
I'm running with angels, picking pretty flowers,
Making lots of new friends, enjoying everyone.
I search and search with no answers to find,
In a world where few things are clear.
My prayers go unanswered or at least so it seems
Yet He whispers though my pain, "I am here".
I cling to the knowledge, that I'll be with her again,
I'll hear her laugh and watch her run and play.
So, I keep on holding on, and believe what I can not see,
Holding to memories till I'm with her on that day.
She'll be running with angels, holding on to Jesus,
Living a happiness which no one can destroy.
She'll be running with angels, living in a mansion,
Basking in the Son's shine, singing for the joy.
She's basking in the Son's shine, I hear her singing for the joy.
She's running with angels.
