Getting Tired

God saw that you were getting tired and a cure was not to be so He put his arm around you and whispered, "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass 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 usthat He only takes the best

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May the Angels lead thee into Paradise;
May the Martyrs receive thee at thy coming,
and take thee to Jerusalem, the holy city.
May the choirs of the Angels receive thee,
and mayest thou with the once poor Lazarus,
have rest everlasting. Amen.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Assist me in my last agony.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
May I breathe forth my soul in peace with you.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
I give you my heart and soul.
Our Father.

Hail Mary