Christa Stood Beside Her Fathers Grave, Holding A Single Flower- She Was Sure That God Had Made, A Single Tear Rolled Down Her Cheek, As The Casket Was Lowered- To Rest Alone And Deep, She Turned And Asked Her Mom So Soft, Does He Still Love Me?- Her Attention Was Altered By A Gentle Cough, She Turned To Look The Way It Came, To See Her Father Smiling At Her- He Said, " My Love For You Is Here To Stay", She Looked Back At Her Mom So Warm And Near, One Thing In Her Face Seemed At Piece- Down Her Cheek Rolled A Single Tear, One Small Glow Warmed Her Heart, She Looked Back At Where Her Father Had Stood- He Was Gone... But They Were Never Apart.
