I heard this morning there is a new baby born every minute;

Ooh- child things are going to get brighter.

I heard this morning we are supposed to cry at birth and rejoice at death.

Ooh- child things are going to change.

Someday I will be able to meet the ones that have died.

We’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done right before our time is done.

I heard this morning there is a new baby born every minute:

Ooh- child things are going to get lighter.

I heard this morning we are supposed to get an inch shorter as we get older.

Ooh- child things are going to easier.

My mind is full of thoughts; my heart is full of spirit.

Someday I will walk in the rays of a beautiful sun I will be with the people who have died and gone on.

I heard this morning that death comes in threes.

Ooh- child things are going to get brighter.

I heard this morning we are supposed to get wiser as we get older.

Ooh-child things never change but the year.

Someday I will be able to fly in the heavens with the angles.

We’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done right before our time is done.