God saw you getting tired,
And recovery was not to be.
So he put His arms around you
And whisperd “come home with me”.
With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer
And saw you fade away.
Although we loved you Dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
A determined spirit is at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
In loving memory
Belle
2-04-2005......1-12-2017 |