Lucille Smith

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around you and whisphered

"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 us He only takes the best.

YOU WILL REMAIN FOREVER IN THE HEARTS OF YOUR FAMILY AND MANY FRIENDS. WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU DEARLY.