God saw him 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 suffer..
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Laying loving hands at rest.
I hope Papa is in a better place.
{&Dare to VS me?-}
1:14 PM
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