The lord saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be, So He put his arms around you and whispered, "Come with me" With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer And saw you fade away, Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, A beautiful smile at rest, God broke our hearts to prove he only takes the best.
Love,
Mom, Dad, and Douglas
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