RAYMOND SMITH
Raymond Smith
September 8,2011
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you
And whispered"come withme"
With tearful eyes we watched you
And saw you pass away
Although we love you dearly
We could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
With endless we watch the skies only to be reminded
that the brightest star in the sky will help heal our broken hearts.
You are always on our mind.
You are forever in our hearts.
Angie and family, Murdena and Betty and families,
Andrew and Jackie and families.
