God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around you
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Dios te vio cansado
Y una cura no debía ser
Entonces él te abrazó
Y susurró "Ven a mí".
Con ojos llorosos te miramos
Mientras lentamente te escabulliste
Y aunque te amamos mucho
No pudimos hacerte quedarte.
Tu corazón dorado dejó de latir
Tus manos cansadas descansan
Dios rompió nuestros corazones para probarnos
Él solo toma lo mejor.
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