Little Bobby playing with his six-year-old friend
Plastic horses gallop on imaginary wind
They play all day when Bobby asks
What he wants next year when he turns seven
With a sigh his friend replies
Are there horses in heaven?
Are there horses in heaven?
Can we ride them to the stars?
Will they take us up to Jesus and drop us off in His arms?
Will I know how to ride them?
Before I get to be seven I've just got to know
Are there horses in heaven?
After months and months of chemo
Bobby's friend is getting weak
He spends less and less time here
Now he can hardly speak
Bobby asks him what he wants
Next month when he turns seven
A tight hold on his little horse he says
Are there horses in heaven?
Are there horses in heaven?
Can we ride them to the stars?
Will they take us up to Jesus and drop us off in His arms?
Will I know how to ride them?
Before I get to be seven will someone please tell me
Are there horses in heaven?
Bobby didn't see his friend after that day came
His mama couldn't find the words
Didn't know how to explain
She finally told little Bobby
Your friend never reached seven
Bobby said, ‘I know mom, he told me.
Oh guess what?
There are horses in heaven!
There are horses in heaven!
We can ride them to the stars!
Because they took him up to Jesus
And dropped him off in His arms!
And he knew how to ride them!
He never got to see seven
But now he knows
There are horses in heaven!'