Gone Poem by maria seymour
Gone
God saw darrel was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arm around him
And whispered ‘‘Come go with me.’’
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her fade away
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A gold heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our heats to prove to us,
He only takes the best!
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4/22/2024 10:35:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this one too. Please bless us with your wonderful writing.