Saturday, August 28, 2004

Crying, Crying, Everywhere

When I first tried to get into Blogger, Lori was sittiung with Rachel in a chair a couple of feet from me. The baby was holding Lori's thumb with one hand and her fingers with the other, pulling and pushing to make Lori's hand open and close. And then she'd spend some time crying. She seems to cry every night, fighting sleep.

It has been hard finding time to do updates. I feel like I've been behind ever since returning from Virginia. The trip was a smashing success and Lori and I wondered for a moment what it might be like to move. However, there wasn't any hint that a job would be available, houses cost the same over there as they do over here and we couldn't afford over here if we were shopping now. And there's the whole issue of all that snow over there.

Anyhow, I was working on a project and came in the house to hear a song playing on one of the Sirrius music channels that DISH has seen fit to give us at no extra cost. It immediately gave me chills and by the time it was over, I was crying. Tears and everything.

I went to find my wife and she was in the bathroom, having just gotten out of the shower and trying to do her makeup. Baby was in the bouncer on the floor of the bathroom. I say trying to do her makeup, because she wasn't having much luck. She had heard the song and was crying, too.

The Streets of Heaven
Sherrie Austin

Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304.
Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war.
This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.

Well, it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
She's much too young to be on her own:
Barely just turned seven.

So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made,
As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake?
She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough.
She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up.

Well, it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
She's much too young to be on her own:
Barely just turned seven.

So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Lord, don't you know she's my angel
You got plenty of your own
And I know you hold a place for her
But she's already got a home

Well I don't know if you're listenin'
But praying is all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too

And it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
Lord, I know once you've made up your mind,
There's no use in beggin'.

So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways,
And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.

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