There’s not a day that passes
That I don’t sit and cry,
And look to Heaven for a reason
But still I don’t know why.
 
Couldn’t he have waited
Another year or two,
Until you were a little older
And I’d had more time with you.
 
Forgive me, Lord, I then say,
All these thoughts are wrong,
There had to be a reason,
And I know I must be strong.
 
You’re in the arms of Jesus now
And I know that you’ll be fine,
But I wish with all my heart,
That those arms could be mine.