Thursday, March 7, 2013
God saw she was getting tired And a cure was not to be. So He put his arms around her And whispered, “Come with Me.” With tearful eyes we watched her suffer, And saw her fad away. Although we loved her dearly, We could not make her stay. A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands were put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes His Best. Author unknown
