I have a brother, I know him well
He has my mother's heart and my father's smile
We've never met face to face
Life has separated us by many a mile.
He played with trains and uncles and aunts
"Hold on to that stick while Daddy lifts it high"
He lived his whole life in just three years
And then the Lord called him home in the sky.
What could have been, What could have been?
That's a question where we must never dwell
For if we believe God's plans are best
Then we can say, with my soul it is well.
A small foot can leave a clear impression
When the path it crosses is in soft sand
God looks for a heart that can be molded
When he looks for a woman and a man.