COME TO ME
UNKNOWN
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you
And whispered
“Come to me”
With tearful eyes we watch you
And saw you pass away
And although we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove us
He only takes the best.
lynndolder
6th November 2020
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Sent by Rosedale Funeral Home on 02/11/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland