And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her
And whispered come with me.
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her 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
He only takes the best.
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her
And whispered come with me.
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her 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
He only takes the best.
Family Members
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
Advertisement