God must have seen he was getting tired.
And a cure was not to be.
So he gently put his arms around him;
And whispered, “Come With Me.”
With tearful eyes I had watched him suffer;
And then I saw him fade away.
Although, I loved him dearly.
It wasn’t up to me;
I could not make him stay.
That day a golden heart stopped beating.
and hardworking hands were laid to rest;
God broke my heart to make his whole again;
And now I know he only takes the best.
I miss you every day Dad. But I can feel you with me as well. Thank you for becoming my angel; I hope heaven is treating you well.