God saw you 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 could not bear to lose you,

We could not bid you to stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working feet were laid to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He takes only the best.

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