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 tear-filled eyes we watched her
suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hand put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Author Unknown
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