You called him Lord,
He answered the call,
How long now,
To go through it all.
How many more stages of the cancer to go,
Do I even want to know,
I pray you will stop before he's restricted to bed,
And lies around waiting to be dead.
How many more days will he live,
How many more hugs can we all give,
Friends are visiting him like he's his own grave stone,
And angels wait to take Daddy home.
People come to say goodbye,
I hold back tears in my eyes,
I love him dearly but I pray now,
There'll be no more pain on my Daddy's brow.
How yellow his eyes have grown,
How little he can do on his own,
I don't wish to watch Daddy's life decay,
Or his mind fading away.
Why did you ask him of us weeks in advance,
Why put him to a death sentence,
For though we are able to say the unsaid,
It's hard to watch him drooping his head.
You gave him his call Lord,
He's answered gracefully,
Let him know we'll get by,
My sister, Mummy and me.
