Your father's time has come to go,
Now that God has beckoned him so,
The door of life has opened wide,
To let him through and pass inside.
Who are we to say,
When and where we go?
It is not for us to choose,
Who we love or who we lose.
Death beckoned him with an outstretched hand
And whispered softly of an unknown land,
But he was not afraid to go
For though the path he did not know
He took death's hand without a fear
For God who safely brought him there
Had promised He would lead the way
Into eternity's bright day.
For none of us need go alone
Into the valley that is unknown,
But, guided by our Father's hand
We journey to the promised land.
He was your special loving father
You shared your lives with one another,
And you'll find comfort for your grief
In knowing his death brought sweet relief.
For, now he is free from all suffering and pain
And your great loss became his gain...
You know that his love is with you still
For he loved you in life and always will.
Love like his can never end
Because it is the perfect blend
Of joy and sorrows, smiles and tears,
That just grew stronger with the years.
Love like his can never die
For he's taken it with him to the sky..
So think of your Dad as living above
No farther away than your undying love.
This is dedicated to my boss who lost his father on Saturday.
Vickie -Cricketsmom
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