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| Lassoing The Moon |
| We know we can't question the Lord On why He took you that day. But if Heaven is your reward Then that is what we pray. For Heaven is a glorious place Where all your dreams come true. So in our hearts we must embrace You're doing what you love to do. And although our hearts are broken And we miss you everyday. It seems the Lord has spoken And you had to go away. Your riding on a big white steed While angels sing a cowboy tune. Your laughter's lost from the speed While you're lassoing the moon. Remember what you mean to us And that it's never going to change. So enjoy Heaven's wondrous Riding around the Lord's range. Dianne |
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