God saw that he was getting tired and a cure was not to be so he put his arms around him and whispered, "Come with me." With pain-filled eyeswe watched him fade away, Althoughwe loved him dearly we could not make him stay. Lord,keep you arms around him and in your loving care, Make up for all he suffered and all that seemed unfair. If al the world was ours to give, we'd give it,yes and more, To hear his steps and see him now come walking through the door. But a golden heart stopped beating hard-working hands are at rest,GOD broke our hearts to prove to us, H e only takes the best.