May God bless you and your...
Come To Me
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
"Come to Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away,
and although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A Golden heart stopped beating;
hard working hands are now at rest.
When we saw you sleeping,
so peaceful and free from pain,
we could not wish you back
to...
December 15, 2009