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| There's a little corner of Heaven |
| That glows with a special light |
| As angels whisper a lullaby |
| To dear little Steven tonight. |
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| There's a mother whose heart is breaking |
| And whose arms feel so empty tonight |
| Who is straining her ears for a baby's cry |
| Though she knows he has taken flight. |
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| There's a father who sits in silent grief |
| And thinks of the plans he had |
| Of all the things they were going to do |
| The little boy and his dad. |
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| There are friends and relations and loved ones |
| Who stand silently by tonight |
| Who know no words to utter |
| To make the sad hearts light. |
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| Oh Lord, we cannot understand; |
| We dare not even try |
| But when we see You face to face, |
| Then - may we ask You, "Why?" |
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| Then, as we face these darkened hours |
| May we take comfort in this - |
| Our baby dwells with the angels tonight |
| In a world of heavenly bliss. |
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| May each of us be drawn closer |
| To the precious Savior above; |
| May Heaven be sweeter and dearer |
| For having shared this baby's love. |
