We just left the Memorial Mass for Baby Gwen. It was beautiful. And sad. All at the same time. I won't dwell on that, but I will share with you this prayer that was on Gwen's prayer card.
God saw she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around her
And whispered, "Come to Me"
With tearful hearts we watched
Her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around her
And whispered, "Come to Me"
With tearful hearts we watched
Her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
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