WICKS LYNNE
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you and He whispered “Come to Me” with tearful eyes we watched you. We watched you fade away.
Although we loved 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 chose to take the best.
We’ll meet again someday.