Baby Girl

I've got a little friend

Her age is 4 plus ten

She calls me on the phone crying now

And then

She says, "my mamma just won't listen

My daddy still is missin'

I don't feel I am nothing of value or worth"

I say, "baby girl, get a hold of yourself

Baby girl, don't you know your wealth?

You're a diamond hiding on a shelf

Baby girl, baby girl

Baby girl, don't you know who you are?

God has made you a shining star

A little light is brighter than the dark

Baby girl, baby girl"

I call my sister friend

I'm crying and whining again

She lets me vent my heart

Before the healing starts

(And I say) "my children just won't listen

My paycheck still is missin'

And every little thing is working my nerve"

(She says)

I say, "baby girl, get a hold of yourself

Baby girl, don't you know your wealth?

You're a diamond hiding on a shelf

Baby girl, baby girl

Baby girl, don't you know who you are?

God has made you a shining star

A little light is brighter than the dark"