God saw you getting tired;
And a cure was not to be found
So he put his arms around
you and whispered
"come with me"
With tearful eyes we watched
And saw you pass away
Though we love you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped
beating,
Hard working hands were put to
rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
To us
that he only takes the best.
Jessie Winslow
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