Obituary of Antoinette Khoreiche

Antoinette KhoreicheGod saw her getting tiredWhen a cure was not to be,So He closed His arms around her,And whispered “come to me.”Her golden heart stopped beating, Her gentle hand at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us,He only takes the best.In tears we saw her struggling, We watched her fade away,Our hearts were almost broken,Because she fought so hard to stay,But when we saw her sleeping,Peacefully and free from pain,We could not wish her back to suffer that again.So keep your arms around her Lord, and give her special care, make up for all she suffered that seemed to us unfair.So many times we’ll need her, so many times we’ll cry.If love could have saved her Lord, She never would have died.