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Come To Me
God saw you getting tired
A
cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you,
and whispered,
"Come To Me."
With tearful eyes we watched
you
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
Many times we thought of you,
many
times we've cried,
If love alone could save you
you never would have died.
A golden heart stopped beating,
your
tender hands at rest,
God took you home to prove
to us
He only takes the best.
Author: Therese Williamson
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