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God saw you getting tired Max, and a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me".
A brave,
young heart stopped beating, your gentle hands at rest.
God broke our
hearts and proved to us He only takes the best.
In tears we saw you fading; We watched you drift away.
Our hearts were almost broken, you fought so hard to stay.
But when we
saw you sleeping, in peace and free from pain,
We did not wish you back
to suffer that again.
So keep your arms around him Lord, and give him special
care.
Make up for all the moments when life seemed so unfair.
So many
times we needed you, so many times we cried.
If loving could have saved
you Max, you never would have died.
Photos by Tobi Bos, through
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, a non-profit
organization whose members volunteer their services for terminally ill
babies and still births. |
