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
