May 20, 1937
Kapuskasing, Ontario
Sunset:
November 26, 2016
Toronto, Ontario
God saw Norman was getting tired
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around him
And whispered, “Come to Me”.
In tears we saw him sinking,
We watched him fade away.
Our hearts were truly broken,
He fought so hard to stay.
But when we saw Norman sleeping
Peacefully and free from pain,
We could not wish him back
To suffer that again.
So keep Your arms around Norman Lord,
And give him special care,
Make up for all he suffered,
That seemed to us unfair.
So many times we’ve needed him,
So many times we’ve cried.
If love could have saved him,
Norman never would have died.