This was in the program at Dad's memorial service and it fits Willie, too. I don't know the author.
God saw he was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around him
and whispered "Come with me."
In tears we watched him suffer
and saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
we could not make him stay.
"A heart of gold stopped beating,
Hard working hands now rest."
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best."
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