The night was dark and stormy,the wind was howling wild;a patient mother knelt beside the death bed of her child.A little worn out creature,his once bright eyes grown dim;It was a collier's only child,they called him little jim

And,oh to see the tears,fast hurrying down her cheeks,as she offered up a prayer in thought,she was afraid to speak,lest she might waken one she loved,far better then her life,for there was all a mothers love in that poor colliers wife

With hands uplifted,she kneels beside the the sufferers bed,and prays that he will spare her boy and take her instead,she gets her answer from her child,soft fell these words from him,mother the angels do so smile and beckon little jim

I have no pain dear mother now,but oh,i am so dry;just moisten poor jims lips again and mother don't you cry.With gentle trembling haste she held the tea cup to his lips,he smiled to thank her as he took three tiny little sips

Tell father when he comes from work,i said goodnight to him,and mother now i'll go to sleep,alas,poor little jim,she saw that he was dying,the child she loved so dear,had uttered the last words that she might ever hope to hear

The cottage door was opened,the colliers step is heard,the father and the mother meet yet neither say a word.He knew that all was over,he knew his child was dead;he took the candle in his hand and walked towards the bed

His quivering lips gave token,of the grief he'd fain conceal,and see his wife has joined him the stricken couple kneel.With hearts bowed down with sadness they humbly ask of him,in heaven,once more to meet again,their own poor little jim

Wow! didgy... Yeah it happens... to a thousand children from soweto to d ghettos of America n Africa. Asia n Australia

Yeah, please pray we won't be in that situation in the future. I knew of same case but it's written in a song. Please just listen if ever you knew it or heard before.

***STREETS OF HEAVEN***
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 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 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.

THE STREETS OF HEAVEN.

We cant help bt ask Y. Not cz we don trust in his infinite widom bt it hapns without notice n nothing cn prepare us enuf

That's so nice leepan