Come To Me

It’s about my grandma when she past away…
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be
So he put his arm around you and whispered "come to me"
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest..
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best..

By nicole boudle
Published: 7/18/2006
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