Leroy White, Jr.

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God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered, “Come to Me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, we watched you fade away. 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. It’s  lonesome here without you. We miss you more each day. Life doesn’t seem the same since you have gone away. When days are sad and lonely, and everything goes wrong, we seem to hear you whisper “Cheer up and Carry on.” Each time we see your picture you seem to smile and say, “Don’t cry, I’m in God’s hands, we’ll meet again some day!”
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