Wednesday, September 30, 2009
God saw he was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around him,
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer,
And saw him fade away,
Although we couldn't bare to lose him,
We could not make him stay.
A gold heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands now rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
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