Terri Ann Hilton

Terri Ann Hilton

IN MEMORIAM

Our daughter

Terri Ann
 

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not meant to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered, "Come to me."
 

With tearful eyes we watched you

As you slowly slipped away

And though we loved you dearly

We couldn’t make you stay.
 

Your golden heart stopped beating

Your tired hands put to rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.