Help Pour Out The Rain
The moment was custom-made to order:I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe.An' like children do, she started playin' twenty questions,But I never would've guessed one would touch me to my soul.
She said: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,"To help pour out the rain?"
Well, I won't lie: I pulled that car right over,An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes.An' I whispered: "Lord, I wanna thank you for my children."'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise."
Like: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,"To help pour out the rain?"
Well, I thought about it later on,An' a smile came to my face.An' when I tucked her in to bed,I got down on my knees an' prayed.
Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?"I don't wanna come to visit 'cause I'm comin' home to stay."An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face."An' do you think, Lord, you could use another Angel,"To help pour out the rain?"
Mmmm, can I help pour out the rain?