In Loving Memory of Michael Jackson

God saw that Michael was getting tired,
And a cure was not meant to be
So he put his arms around him
And whispered "Come with Me".

With tearful eyes we watched him suffer,
and watched him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
And two warm loving hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
That he only takes the best.