Jasmine Nguyen

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around you and He whispered,

"Come with Me." With tearful eyes we watched you,

we watched 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 chose to take the best.