Gentle Savior please look down, There's someone by your side, A small bewildered three year old, That needs you as her guide. You'll know she's Billie if her smile could melt a heart of stone; She's lost, for she has never In her short life been alone. There was no stain on Billie's soul, No hatred and no fear; You must have loved her even more Than we who mourn her here. When night falls, could you tuck her in, And help her with her prayers? I'd give so much to hear once more Her footsteps on the stairs. Please kiss her silky brow sometimes, And give her joy and peace; The glow she brought to all our lives, Will never ever cease.