He Only Takes The Best (Memorial Poetry)
God saw you getting tired,And a cure was not to be.
So he placed his arms around you;
Then whispered, "Come to me".
With tearful eyes we watched you;
we cried as we watched you pass away.
Though truly we will miss you,
we cannot make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating;
Hard working hands
Were then laid to rest
God sometimes breaks the hearts
Of those who cherish another
To show, he only takes the best.
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