The little girl was sick,
No one knew if she would live
Everyday was a fight for life,
She had no more strength to give,
God saw her getting tired,
And her cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around her,
And whispered come with me,
With tearful eyes we watched her,
And saw her pass away,
All though we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay,
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
That he only takes the best.
^i found this so its not mine, but i added some stuff, hope you like it.
