Only On Loan
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 was so dear to me
And to all men a friend would be.
Dear gracious Lord, I thank thee for
Those happy years we had before
The angels came to take my love
And carry him to Heaven above.
Forgive me that his loss I moan.
Remind me he was Heaven’s loan.
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