- COME WITH ME
- God saw she was getting tired,
- and the cure was not to be.
- So He put his arms around her,
- and whispered, "Come with me".
- With tearful eyes we watched
- her fade away.
- Although we loved her dearly,
- we could not make her stay.
- A golden heart stopped beating,
- hard working hands to rest,
- God broke our hearts to prove to us,
- He only takes the best.
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