God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he warped his arms around you,
And whispered, “Come to me”

With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We couldn’t make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only take the best.

 
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