God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you
And whispered “Come with Me”
With tearful eyes
We watched you suffer,
And saw you fade away.
Although we could
Not bear to lose you,
We could not ask you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts
To prove to us,
That He only takes the best.
FAMILY
Josephine Marin (Sister) Lupe E. Marin (Brother-In-Law) Richard Cisneros (Brother) Linda Cisneros (Sister-In-Law)
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