God saw you 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
suffer and saw you fade away;
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands now rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best!
In loving memory of Grandma Huny 12-22-09 and Grayden Patrick Tomlinson 12-1-09
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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