Fly Sweet Papa, Fly Papa, since you’ve been gone, my hearts not been the same It feels a big part of me is missing, wondering how to get through each day So I just close my eyes and remember your laughs and smile And just trust this will get me through for a little while How special you are to us grandchildren, always so gentle and true Its hard not to question God, “Why You” He must have needed a talented Wood-worker, one to build Him things Such beautiful treasures like birdhouses and swings These are such treasures that you loved to build and share And I just know that God has a special wood shop just for you over there Papa, you left many of your treasures that we will always cherish behind But you have many more treasures where you are on the other side How determined you were to defeat this cancer and became a tough fighter But I know where you are there is no dreaded cancer and your burdens are all so lighter You have taught me so many things I will always hold so dear No matter what life brings you to and when things are not so clear You just keep fighting and hold to Jesus’ hand For He will not fail you and when you are so weak, He will help you to stand And my sweet Papa, this is what you did You did not give up, kept fighting until it was time for you to win In my eyes, you won the fight As Heaven became so much sweeter March 22, 2014 when you took the flight So spread your wings sweet Papa and just fly, fly, fly And I promise, we will see you soon on the other side Love you always- Angie
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 19:01:59 +0000
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