Heaven's Gain
I would deny the birds to sing,
The blooming flowers, the coming spring.
If it be true that he is gone
Then tell me pray, why they live on.
Cruel February stole his breath.
The one we loved lies low in death
This man who loved his family
And to all men a friend would be.
Dear gracious Lord, I thank thee for
Those happy years that were before
The angels came to take my love
And carry him to Heaven above.
This world is such a loney place
And I've tomorrows yet to face.
Forgive me that his loss I moan.
Remind me he was ours on loan.
For Dr. Mehta's Elegy contest.
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