God saw he was getting tired a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around him and whispered "Come with Me". With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him fade away, although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
El Senor es mi pastor, nada me falta, en verdes pastos el me hace reposar adonde brota agua fresca me conduce. Fortalece mi alma, por el camino del bueno me dirige por amor de su nombre. Aunque pase por quebradas muy oscuras no temo ningun mal, porque tu estas conmigo, tu baston y tu vara me protegen. Me sirves a la mesa frente a mis adversarios, con aceites tu perfumas mi cabeza y rellenas mi copa. Me acompana tu bondad y tu favor mientras dura mi vida, mi mansion sera Ia casa del Senor por largo, largo tiempo.
