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COME TO ME

God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me,"
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away,
My heart was truly broken,
You fought so hard to stay.
But when I saw you sleeping,
Peacefully and free of pain,
I could not wish you back,
To suffer that again.
So keep Your arms around Him Lord,
And give Him special care,
Make up for all He courageously suffered,
That seemed to me so unfair.
So many times I've needed you,
So many times I've cried,
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.

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