I always took for granted,
what I thought I'd never lose.
Because I never thought it would happen,
until I heard the dreaded news.
They say you were chosen for his garden,
His preciously hand picked bouquet.
"God really needed him,
That's why he couldn't stay."
Saying goodbye is never easy,
It's the hardest thing to do.
But what hurts me even more
Is not the chance to say it to you.
So today, Jesus, as you are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad,
And give him all my love!
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