God saw he was getting tired and a cure was not to be found. So he put his hand out and whispered "come with me" with tearful eyes we watch him suffer and fade away although we loved him dearly we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands put to rest. God broke our harts to prove He only takes the best.
Your wings were ready but my hart wasnt miss you every day.xxxx
