A light is from our household gone.
A voice we loved is stilled.
A place is vacant in our home,
that never can be filled.
The Golden Gates did open.
A gentle voice said, “Come”.
And with farewell unspoken,
we said, “Thy will be done”.
In our hearts,
A memory will always be kept,
Of one we loved,
And will never forget.
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