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,
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.
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,
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.
In loving memory of my grandmother, Wilma Burke, who touched so many lives through her friendliness and devotion to spreading God’s love through motorcycling. She has been reunited with her husband in heaven on March 9, 2005. You will always be with us in your hearts, and we know that we will see you again someday.