| Little Joe sent me this poem to add to BJ's site.... what a great poem to add to this site.... as we all watched BJ pass to the arms of God... no one had an answer to the question "why".... yet we all knew that it was simply his time to go to ease the pain. |
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| God saw he was getting tired And a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around him And whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes we watched him suffer And saw him fade away. Although we loved him dearly, We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. Author Unknown |
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