H. John McBride
Harold John McBride
In loving memory of H. John McBride, April 28, 2001
Those we love must someday pass
Beyond our present sight,
They leave us and the world we know
Without their radiant light.
But we know like a candle,
Their light will shine,
To brighten up another place
More perfect, more divine.
And in the realm of Heaven
Where they shine so warm and bright,
Our loved ones live forever
In God's eternal light.
