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 tearful eyes we watched him suffer and saw him fade away
Although we couldn't bear to lose him we could not bid him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands laid to rest,
God broke our hears to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
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- Lisa Kudrick