July 14th. the day of his birth
Almost 70 years he was here on this earth.
He labored and toiled with his hands,
But he never traveled to distant lands.
He loved to sing the songs of old,
And lots of his experiences he told.
He was so wise in many ways,
We didn't understand in our younger days.
We still miss him as the days go by
His absence sometimes makes us cry.
To wish him back to what has been,
Would be wrong in this world of sin.
He is in a far better land,
Singing songs with the Angel Band.
Joining family and friends gone on before
Never to labor and toil no more.
Each passing year, for us is very hard,
We cannot send a gift or card,
But cherish all the years we had,
To celebrate your birthday, "DAD".
Almost 70 years he was here on this earth.
He labored and toiled with his hands,
But he never traveled to distant lands.
He loved to sing the songs of old,
And lots of his experiences he told.
He was so wise in many ways,
We didn't understand in our younger days.
We still miss him as the days go by
His absence sometimes makes us cry.
To wish him back to what has been,
Would be wrong in this world of sin.
He is in a far better land,
Singing songs with the Angel Band.
Joining family and friends gone on before
Never to labor and toil no more.
Each passing year, for us is very hard,
We cannot send a gift or card,
But cherish all the years we had,
To celebrate your birthday, "DAD".
I love you always Dad and I know that every day that passes since you left us is one day closer to being able to see you again.
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