MaryAnn 4th March 2008

“Come With Me” God saw you were getting tried 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, Working hands put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.