and the cure was not to be.
So He put his arms around him
and whispered, “Come with Me.”
With tearful hearts
we watched him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands to rest.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone,
A part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
