Antonia Murillo

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 suffer, and saw you fall away.

Although we couldn’t bear to lose you,

we could not ask you to stay.

A golden heart stopped beating;

hard working hands laid to rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

that He only takes the best