God saw she was getting tired <br />and a cure was not to be. <br />So he put his arms around her <br />and whispered, 'Come with me.' <br /> <br />With tear-filled eyes we watch her <br />suffer and fade away. <br />Although we loved her deeply, <br />we could not make her stay. <br /> <br />A golden heart stopped beating. <br />hard-working hands put to rest. <br />God broke our hearts to prove to us <br />he only takes the best. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I read this poem an loved it. Thought I would share it.<br /><br />Alana Simpkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-only-takes-the-best/
