Slippers With Wings

Susie was three when she first blessed our home
 We loved her as much as a child of our own
 But, her little legs were all twisted and frail
 It was never meant for Susie to be well
 In her little bed time prayers she would say
 "Lord I know you've been busy today
 But, when you get some time, oh please, pretty please
 Can I have some slippers with wings?"
 She loved to watch the kids in the playground nearby
 They'd call Susie's name, she'd wave and say hi
 Her tiny teardrops would leave the window stained
 But, it was never like our Susie to complain
 She'd just say to her brown puppy dog
 "Little Skampy I know it won't be long
 Till I'll run and play tag like my friends
 God's sending me pretty slippers with wings!"
 Susie turned four but, her tiny hands grew weak
 Pain took its toll, and the color left her cheeks
 Christmas Eve came, and we prayed by Susie's bed
 I can still hear the last word's she said
 "Mommy, mommy there's a man dressed in white!
 Daddy look he is shiny and bright
 And he's holding some ribbon and string
 Around a pretty pair of slippers with wings! "
 And if ever I was certain of one certain thing
 Susie's wearing golden slippers with wings