Thursday, December 08, 2005

Our Precious Baby Boy


God saw you getting tired,

and a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you

and whispered, “Come with Me.”

With tearful eyes

we watched you slowly fade away.

Although we loved you dearly,

we would not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

your hard-working hands put to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

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