God saw you were getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, Come with Me.
With tearful eyes
We watched you suffer
And saw you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us.
He only takes the best.
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