It is hard to believe that it has been seven years since you were called to your eternal home.
God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
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so He put His arms around you
and whispered, "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
and saw you pass away,
and 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.
You taught me to stay close to GOD,
to talk with him through Prayer,
So until we are reunited, in our eternal days
Your love, HIS love surrounds us; always.
With Love, Your humble Son,
Harold Ray Martin, Jr.