Come With Me Poem By Rhonda Braswell

Come With Me Poem By Rhonda Braswell. Who on earth is to decide, what is wrong or what is right. Bend low and lower o'er me, for i've a word to say though death is just before me, ere i can go away.

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God saw that she was getting tired, a cure was not to be. We could not make you stay. Take my hand and come with me, through the tunnel of reality, everything here is the same you see, here you can choose your destiny.

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It’s good to have you back again, you were missed while. The lord saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you and whispered, “come with me.”.

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And a cure was not to be, so he put his arms aroud you. And whispered, “come with me.”.

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And a cure was not to be. Come, come when i am dying, and stand beside my bed, ere yet my soul is flying, and i am cold and dead.

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Cause in a minute, you will wake up. And whispered ‘come with me.’ with tearful eyes.

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A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest. Gone, but not forgotten don’t think of her/him as gone away her/his journey’s just begun,

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God saw you getting tired. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, god broke our hearts to prove.

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Becky, we miss you very much but with this poem by rhonda braswell, we console ourselves because we know it is well with your soul. God saw that she was getting tired, a cure was not to be.

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Naomi shihab nye, dan yaccarino (illustrator) 3.83 · rating details · 102 ratings · 25 reviews. Come with me and you will see this is your desteny you were bad and now your sad so dont be mad at me or ill send you to the dark sea so everyone you better not have fun don't you run or ill shot you with my gun yes you will be the one i kill because you are the person i hate and i will bring you to your fate

Keep Your Head Up, Don't Give Up.

A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest. There’s so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.” god gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to Bereavement poems come with me.

So He Put His Arms Around You.

She faced her pain with courage, until the very end. And a cure was not to be. Come, come when i am dying, and stand beside my bed, ere yet my soul is flying, and i am cold and dead.

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And whispered ‘come with me.’ with tearful eyes. God saw her getting tired, a cure was not to be. A journey might be slow or fast or both.

Come With Me By Rhonda Braswell

And saw him fade away. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. And a cure was not to be, so he put his arms aroud you.

And Whispered, “Come With Me.” With Tearful Eyes, We Watched You Suffer.

As for your dearest family, they’ll be here later on. God picked me up and hugged me and he said, “i welcome you. Take my hand and come with me, through the tunnel of reality, everything here is the same you see, here you can choose your destiny.