To my Daddy in heaven~It was June when you went to heaven and each Father's Day I miss you more and more.
In memory of my Father~ Harold Thomas Pemberton
God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be
So He put His arms around him
And whispered, "Come with Me"
With tearful eyes
We watched him fade away
Although we love him dearly
we could not make him stay
A golden heart stopped beating
working hands were laid to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST
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