~THE WAY HOME~
God saw she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her
And whispered, "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes, we watched her suffer
And saw 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!
(Author Unknown)
"For God so loved
the world, that He gave
His only begotten son,
that whosoever believeth
in Him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."
John 3:16
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