That Morning

That Morning
We barely remember knew the morning.
That God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke my heart to lose you, you did not go alone.

For part of me went with you, the day god called you home.
You left me peaceful memories, your love is still my guide.
And though I cannot see you, you are always at my side.

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