My Journaling:
God saw you were 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
hardworking hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
My dream is that we would of spent more
Time together and that my kids could spend
Time with one of the best men in the world.
Credits:
Manda Bean Spiced Tea Oxidation Papers
Jen Caputo Torn out & Curled
Christina Renee Purty Buttons
Windgefluester Stitches
Font Amethyst Script