The moment was custom-made to order
I was ridin with my daughter on our way back from Monroe.
An like children do, she started playin twenty questions,
But I never couldve guessed one would touch me to my soul.
She said Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin there to visit, or are we goin there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
An do you think that God could use another Angel,
To help pour out the rain?
Well, I wont lie I pulled that car right over,
An I sat there on the shoulder tryin to dry my misty eyes.
An I whispered Lord, I wanna thank you for my children.
Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise.
Like Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin there to visit, or are we goin there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
An do you think that God could use another Angel,
To help pour out the rain?
Well, I thought about it later on,
An a smile came to my face.
An when I tucked her in to bed,
I got down on my knees an prayed.
Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
I dont wanna come to visit cause Im comin home to stay?
An I cant wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face.
An do you think, Lord, you could use just one more Angel,
To help pour out the rain?
Mmmm, can I help pour out the rain?