In Loving Memory
God saw she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her
And whispered, “Come with Me.”
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her fade away,
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay.
A gold heart stopped beating
hard working hand to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Jacquelyn Murray
June 30, 1935 ~ September 24, 2010
Wife ~ Daughter ~ Mother
Grandmother ~ Sister ~ Aunt
Godmother ~ Friend
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