May God bless you and your...
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be.
So he put his arms around you
And whispered 'Come to Me'.
With tearful eyes we watched you
As we saw you pass away.
Although we loved you deeply,
Your Golden Heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us.
He only takes the best.
Those we love remain with us
For love itself lives on,
And cherished memories never fade
Even...
Michele Fairbanks
April 18, 2011 | Bonney Lake, WA


