God saw you getting tired Dad
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered "Come to me".
With tearful eyes I watched you,
and saw you pass away.
Although I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest,
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the BEST.
~~Author Unknown~~ |
Jettie J. Rucker
Returned Home - Novermber 6, 2003
Ma6 21, 1927 / Novermber 6, 2003
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