Susan Elliott Harney
My heart is hurting for your family. In my prayers you will remain.
God saw he was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So God put His loving arms around him,
And whispered, “Come with Me.”
With tearful eyes you watched him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Although you loved him dearly,
You could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
Thursday March 9, 2017 at 12:35 pm