In Loving Memory of Leonard Lange
God saw he was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered "Come with me".
With teareful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Though we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay.
A gold heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.