A Sister

words and music 1970

Sharon Marie Willoughby

David Palmiter

copyright 1992

Once I had a sister

who died when she was born.

Then came a little boy

and still, another more.

That made three brothers

and me all alone.

So, I asked my mother

if she would give me

a little sister

to call my own.

And she said...

My Dear, I'm not the one to come to.

What you ask I just can't give you.
I'm just a tool in the good Lord's hands

I've got to do what He commands.

So ask the Lord.

So I did just that, I asked the Lord

If He'd hear my prayer and grant my plea,

For a sister to love and call my own,

Oh please, God won't you answer me?

For my mom was with child and this would be her last.

So, I prayed real hard,

Real, real hard for the sister for whom I'd asked.

The days had past, the time was near

A baby would come in all its splendor

Then one day, in school at play,

My daddy came to the class, he had something to say.

The look on his face, he was smiling so bright.

Arms around me, holding me tight.

Before he spoke, the look in his eyes,

And I can tell you, they weren't very dry.

You have a sister he said, to rock-a-bye.

And I couldn't say too much, 'cause I was afraid I'd cry.

So my friends, if you have a special need.

And you're in doubt about who to see...

ASK.....THE.....LORD....