May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013
Grandma,
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you and whisper...Come to Me
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you passed away and although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay... a golden heart stopped beating hard ....God broke our hearts to prove us he only takes the Best
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you and whisper...Come to Me
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you passed away and although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay... a golden heart stopped beating hard ....God broke our hearts to prove us he only takes the Best