Come To Me
God saw that she was tired,
and a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around her,
and he whispered "Come to Me".
With tearful eyes he watched her suffer,
and slowly fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
strong hands were laid to rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the best.
In memory of my Grandma Pauline
I waited patiently for God to help me;
then he listened to me and heard my cry -Psalm 40:1
Take my will and my life
Guide me in my recovery
Show me how to live
Just for today Clean Date 8/20/05