Bigger Than The Sky

Daddy, what does grass do?
Why do airplanes don't flap their wings when they fly?
Daddy, do you love me?
Yes I do, bigger than the sky

Momma, who made God?
Are their little batteries in those little fireflies?
Momma, do you love me? (and she says)
Yes I do, bigger than the sky

He's a good, good boy
A sweet, sweet child
A fleck of God
In our lives for awhile

Running `cross the backyard
With a smile on his face and his arms open wide
He's calling, Momma, Daddy I love you, I love you
Bigger than the sky


© Richard Helm