BlackBetty
February 9th, 2010, 01:12 PM
This was the poem that was in my cousins obituary
Go saw he was getting tired,
and a cure was not to be;
So he put His arms around him,
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched him
suffter,
And saw him fade away;
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay,
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest;
God broke out heart to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
This is going to be in the diary "Minds" tomorrow. Ronnies, 49th birthday is tomorrow.
Go saw he was getting tired,
and a cure was not to be;
So he put His arms around him,
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched him
suffter,
And saw him fade away;
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay,
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest;
God broke out heart to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
This is going to be in the diary "Minds" tomorrow. Ronnies, 49th birthday is tomorrow.