I had an angel Crystal when
she was still my precious little girl
we would put butterfly wings on her
and she would dance and give a swirl.
It was right before hospital time
she said Nanny I want by big wings on
Nanny said your butterfly wings are fine
you can dance to your little songs.
And somewhere as the hours dragged by
at the end of the longest monday night
Jesus said let's try on your big wings
she smiled as they danced in flight.
Some day when I get to Heaven
I'll see her dancing his streets a whirl
but instead of butterfly wings
she'll have her big wings to swirl.