Gone away with a friend
As I looked into the face of an old saint of God,
I thought he raised and he did.
Separated for the present but soon to meet again and he’s only gone away with a friend.
Gone away with a friend,
someone closer than a brother,
someone who loves me more than children, dad, or mother
he holds my very soul in the palm of his hand, let it read on my tomb stone, gone away with a friend.
” now he’s my constant companion,
through life’s joy and pain all my hopes and my tears i hold in his dear name,
And when my soul breaks free from the ties that hold me here gone
away with Jesus, no greater friend so dear.
I love You Dad! R.I.P…May 16, 1935 – Oct. 14, 2008