by Arthur Croker

Created on: March 18, 2009

Mark

The Lord came at the break of day

and spirited you our son away

To live no more in this fair land

you now reside at God's right hand

Watching over those you love so much

enriching our lives with your gentle touch

You are close at hand I feel it now

but to stop the pain I don't know how

We will not talk of you in the past tense

for you are still with us in every sense

We may not hear the words you speak

But your thoughts are ours always to keep

At the dawn of each and every day

We will wake and know that you are never

far away

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