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 we saw you passed away. Although he 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. 😇🙏🏽❤️