God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you
And whispered, “Come with me”.
With tear-filled eyes we watched you suffer
And we saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard- working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
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