Sunday, May 5, 2013

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Holes in the Floor of Heaven ~Steve Wariner







Monday's Mourning Ministry

Holes in the Floor of Heaven

~Steve Wariner









Holes In The Floor Of Heaven

~Steve Wariner




One day shy of 8 years old, (my) Grandma passed away,
I was a broken hearted little boy, blowin' out that birthday cake.
How I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
Momma smiled, said, "Don't be sad child, Grandma's watchin' you today!"

[Chorus]
'Cause there's holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pourin' down
That's how you know she's watchin', wishing she could be here now.
And sometimes if you're lonely, just remember she can see,
There's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Seasons come and seasons go, nothing stays the same.
I grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name.
Year by year, we made a life in this sleepy little town.
I thought we'd grow old together ~ Lord I sure do miss her now!

But there's holes in the floor of heaven, and her tears are pourin' down.
That's how I know she's watchin', wishing she could be here now.
And sometimes when I'm lonely, I remember she can see,
There's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Well my little girl is 23, I walk her down the aisle,
It's a shame her mom can't be here now, to see her lovely smile.
They throw the rice, I catch her eye,
As the rain starts comin' down.
She takes my hand says, "Daddy don't be sad, 'cause I know Momma is watchin' now!
And there's holes in the floor of heaven, and her tears are pourin' down,
thats how you know she's watchin', wishin' she could be here now."
And sometimes when I'm lonely, I remember she can see,
Yes, there's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Watchin' over you and me
Watchin' over you and me
Watchin' over you and me
















Picture, thanks to ~Your Inner Sparkle, and ~Out of the Ashes
Grief Video: http://youtu.be/gPGmzyH2nI4

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