Steven W. Ellson May 7, 1965 - May 22, 1994
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| God saw you were getting tired, a cure was not to be. |
| So, he put his arms around you and whispered, |
| "Come with me". |
| With tearful eyes we saw you suffering, |
| we watched you fade away. |
| Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. |
| A gentle heart stopped beating, your hands are now at rest. |
| God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. |
| It is lonesome here without you. |
| We'll miss you more each day. |
| Life will not 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". |
| A million times we'll miss you. A million times we will cry. |
| If love alone could have saved you, |
| you never would have died. |
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