God saw her getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her and whispered, "Come to Me'.
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and fade away,
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating;
Hard working hands to rest;
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
"Prayers For My Angels"
CAROLYN ROSE
4/7/47-9/2/06
Lived in PA
By Betty"Foeever In Our Hearts"
© sdelana (Angel)