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Erin Hankemeier May 2014
Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Dad.
I'd tell him that I miss him and I love him,
And I'm sorry for the times we never had.

And I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Daddy for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven

Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Grandma.
I tell her that I miss her Sunday cookin,
I haven't ate like that since you went to meet Grandpa.

Well, I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Grandma for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven

Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to the Lord of mine.
I'd tell him that I love him and I'm thankful
For watching over all these loves of mine,

And I know he wouldn't charge me by the minute,
I'm sure he wouldn't charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operater,
And say thank you for this big long distance smile,
Telephone in Heaven.
I was browsing Youtube and came upon this song. It sounds pretty old, but it has deep meaning. This song is about a man who longs to phone his Daddy and his Grandma who are in Heaven. He wonders if they would charge him for long distance or by minute. He wishes to call the Lord and thank Him for everything he has done. He knows that God would not charge him by the minute or mile. But he can not phone anybody in Heaven, so he will just have to wait until they meet again.

Here is the Youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uloaEY81hOQ

Enjoy!
Jodie-Elaine May 2014
Coiling round the telephone wire.
Seemless, where does one meet
The other's end?
Incessant ramblings into the answer machine.
Nothing, speaking with heavy eyes
Call me
If you get this?
stranded on telephone lines
holding on deeply to conversions.
but i'm falling down,

suspended in air
i'm clinging to words
light and untouched
as they surge from
home
to
home

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