God saw that she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arm around her and
He whispered “Come home with Me”
With tearful eyes we watched her
And saw her pass away;
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay.
A golden hear stopped beating,
Hard-working hands at rest;
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
In Loving Memory
In loving memory of my Grandma. Nelma Ardis Grooten. We love you!!
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