MILLAR
William
22-08-2009
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 couldn?t 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.
Miss you loads, Melissa & family xxxxxx
Originally printed on August 19, 2010.