Priscilla A Becker
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July 29, 1947 -- January 4, 2015
GOD saw you getting tired and your stay was not to be.
HE put HIS arms around you and whispered
“Come With Me”
With tear filled eyes I saw you fade…
Although I loved you deeply I knew that you could not stay.
A gold heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, my heart was broken but it was GOD's way of saying HE only takes the best.
