Will I wonder what they’re saying Lord,
Can I read you lips in heaven Lord,
Will the saints all stand to praise thee,
And God, who loveth the humble
Hold out your hands, my Little One,
“See all of the angels are waiting,
I have a song to give you
- Doris Crowe
Will I hear music there?
Or must I stand in a corner,
While others join in prayer?
Like I often do down here?
Must I sit still and be patient,
While the bells ring loud and clear?
Or will I be brushed aside?
Will I hide my hands in my pocket?
Because of wounded pride?
While I in silence wait?
Will there be someone in heaven,
To lead me through the gate?
Whispered into the anxious deaf ear,
“My child, has no one told you,
There is no silence here?
Fore heaven all to see
We’ve heard them pray so many times
Each prayer reached up to me.”
The gate is open wide.
Your crown of life is waiting,
And I shall be your guide.
My Little One so dear
Your songs of praise
Will be the sweetest song up here.”
