Lyrics
She will never see the beauty of a sunrise
Nor pick a flower blowin' in the wind
She will never climb up to sit on Daddy's knee
Never spend a summer day with her best friend
She will never bake cookies with Mommy
Never know what it's like to be sixteen
Never share her love with that special someone
Never have the family of her childhood dreams
He will never celebrate his first birthday
You'll never hear him call your name out loud
He will never run across a grassy meadow
Nor will he be the little boy who makes you proud
He will never go fishin' with Daddy
Nor have the joy of buying his first car
He will never get to father his own family
Nor hear his little boy wishin' on a star
Day-by-day and one-by-one, we're killing our future
By the thousands everyday across the land
Can you tell me what has happened to America?
Is there anyone who dares to take a stand?
We have the blood of little children on our hands
But in heaven, God is picking up the pieces
Of the countless treasures we have thrown away
While slowly He's reshaping and remolding
Those precious little helpless lumps of clay
So lovingly He holds them in his hand
Only God knows just what they could have been
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world