Tired
God saw that she was getting tired
A cure was not to be
So he landed right beside her and whispered, “Come with me.”
A gold heart stopped beating
Hard working hands to rest
With tearful eyes we watched her drift away
God broke our hearts to show us
That he only takes the best.
by
DeepDestructionposted on 11/12/2009
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