God saw him getting tired, and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around him and whispered,
"Come to Me"
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him slowly fade away.
Although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, he was put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best
Wednesday 08 July 2015
From those who loved you x