One Year Ago....

 

Come To Me

God saw you were getting tired.

And a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you.

And Whispered. “Come to me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you.

And saw you pass away.

Although we loved your dearly.

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating.

Hard working hands a rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us.

He only takes the best.

 

In Loving Memory

Pamela Jean Shirk