Called Home... When the angel wrapped his wings around you and whispered, "Come with me." I cried, and I grieved about what had come to be. But then I remembered how you'd suffered, and how your strength faded away, and though I'll always love you dearly, I know why you couldn't stay. You were so weary, and you needed rest. And God called you home because He knew best. And it's comforting to know that you're free of pain. I would never want you to suffer like that again. I hope you know how much I miss you, and that I love you still; in my heart there's a place that only you can fill.
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