Bernice Johnson Tribute

God saw that you were getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
And whispered, “Come to me.”

With tearful eyes
I watched you,
And saw you pass away.

Although I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.

God broke my heart
to prove to me,
He only takes the best.


Love Always,

Sandra