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June6, 2004

The story behind the song Seven Little Angels Words and Music by Dan Adkins Song Factory Nashville/BMI Administered by Bill Gaither Copyright Management Bobby was the sweetest little boy in town But Bobby got sick one day The doctor said, "It's bad, It'll get him down Soon he'll be going away" Bobby told us all, "Don't worry 'bout me I know I'm gonna be OK God's gonna send His angels for me And every night they come to play" CHORUS He said, "One little angel, two and three Four little angels all around me Five little angels call my name Six little, seven little angels came" Bobby got worse and the doctor said, "It's only gonna be a little while "He lost his color and he lost his strength But Bobby never lost his smile His days on earth were nearly done And he could barely lift his head But he counted them out, one by one Angels all around his bed CHORUS He said, "One little angel, two and three Four little angels all around me Five little angels call my name Six little, seven little angels came" And when Bobby died a part of me died too It was the part of me that was afraid to die 'Cause Bobby was prepared for the day the angels came And now by his example...So am I! CHORUS And I'll say, "One little angel, two and three Four little angels all around me Five little angels call my name Six little, seven little angels came" (©Song Factory Nashville/BMI 2004) The story behind the song Seven Little Angels Dan Adkins I was listening to a late night radio talk show about three little children who were very sick. It broke my heart and I could hardly continue on. I thought of my little nephew, Mikey, who died at the age of eight. They couldnít do anything for him. He just wasted away, a day at a time and a pound at a time. It was a traumatic event in my life. We had kept him for three months when he was five. He was so alive, so sweet, and the joy of everyone that knew him. When Cancer struck him (a brain tumor) we were all shocked. We thought it was a grownup disease. We also thought it was for other people and it would not hit our family. We would try to encourage him that heaven was beautiful and the angels would carry him home and the pain would all go away when they came. He began talking about them all the time. He loved the stories and memorized them all. We kept hoping and praying that he would be healed and get well and walk out of that hospital. But he didnít. I wondered, ìWhat about our prayers- doesnít God hear- doesnít He care.î I talked to the preacher that did the funeral and told him the story I just told you. He said, ìDan, the angels you told him about- God sent them just like you told Mikey- they came to visit that night and took him home.î As I day-dreamed about him and the grief we all went thru- losing such an innocent kind-hearted boy...so young...the radio show started taking over my thoughts again. The three stories had two happy endings- but one of the children didnít go home to his house- he went home to Godís house. Then I wept, missing little Mikey and thought, "What about the ones who don't get well. How can I be a comfort to them?" So, I wrote a song about angels coming to visit , bless, and carry home a little boy- and the effect it had on the storyteller...I guess Iím the storyteller. SING-cerely, Dan Adkins

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