Golden Heart
Dedicated to my dad who died Jaunary 25, 2005.
God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be.
So He put His arms around you
and whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
as we saw you pass away.
Although we loved you deeply,
we could not make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
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