Tired I lay down at night,
Hoping for darkness to fill my sight.
Upon the pillow I close my eyes,
A little whisper to my surprise;
Awakens me from a stupor still,
My daughter’s eyes with waters fill.
Wanting an answer for her little soul.
"Daddy, when I die where will I go?"
"There, there," I simply say; 
"let's wipe those tears away. 
There is hope for your little soul,
You can know just where you'll go. 
For there is a Father far better than I,
By his love sent his Son to die. 
Upon a cross he bore our sin,
So we can get to God again. 
Just call on him to save you now, 
Come close and I'll show you how. 
For if you believe he rose again,
After dying for your sin,
With your mouth just call his name,
And your stirring heart he will claim. 
From your sin you must flee,
And look towards His work on Calvary. 
In Jesus simply place your faith,
And know one day you'll will see his face. 
He welcomes you this very night."
With this I kiss her head and tuck her tight.
One last whisper in her ear,
"I love you daughter, do not fear.
You can know just where you will go,
To the Savior who loves your little soul."