May God bless you and your...

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 as you slowly slipped away, and though we loved you dearly we couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating your tired hands put to rest God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Julie & Steven Parkyn
December 07, 2012 | Coventry, CT