Susie was three when she first blessed our home We loved her as much as a child of our own Her little legs were all twisted and frail But it was never meant for Susie to be well
In her little bedtime prayer she would say Lord I know you've been busy today But if you get some time please pretty please Could I have some slippers with wings
She loved to watch the kids in the playground nearby They'd call Susie's name she would wave and say hi Tiny teardrops would leave the window stained It was never meant for Susie to complain
She would say to her brown puppy dog Little Skippy I know it won't be long Till I run and play tag like my friends Gods sending me pretty slippers with wings
Susie turned four and her little legs turned weak Pain took it's tole and the colour left her cheeks Christmas eve came and we gathered around Susie's bed And these are the last words she said
Mommy, mommy there's a man dressed in white Daddy look he is shiny and bright And he's holding some ribbons and some string Around a pretty pair of slippers with wings
And if ever I am certain of one certain thing (Slowing) Susie's wearing golden slippers with wings.