Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A Funeral Poem
A Family passed this poem onto me .....
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
"Come to Me"
With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and 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
William B Gulick grew up in Covington, Kentucky. Baptized into Christ in July 1940. He graduated High School in 1947. He received his BA deg...
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