Jerome Bischoff's Obituary
God saw that he was getting tired,
A cure was not to be.
So he put His arms around him
And whispered, ”Come with Me.”
With tearful eyes, we watched him suffer.
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes ”the best”
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