In Memory of N.

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 watched you,
And saw you pass away.
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 to us,
He only takes the best.

Irish Funeral Prayer

Kategorien: Was nirgends reinpasst / Wat verder nergens past


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