God, my baby came to live with you
And she left some things behind.
This pink brush it was her favorite,
I would brush her hair before bed nightly.

She is going to be scared God,
Could you have an angel
Help her brush her teeth before
Bed, and maybe tell her a story?

I've brought some things for her God,
To help her  through the days to come.
I have her fluffy kitten and a night light
To help her sleep.  Just for a while please.

She will hide under the covers,
So hard to wake in the morning.
Why am I telling you this?  She is Your
Angel and You already know her.

Have patient with her Lord,
She is just a little girl.
If she draws on the clouds or
Laughs too loud, just love her.

I don't know why you took her,
Or why she had such pain.
I would rather it had been me
And not Your newest angel.