*.In.Loving.Memory.Of.Billie.Clarine.Newsom.* ..God saw she was getting tired* ..and a cure was not meant to be* ..So He put his arms around her* ..and whispered, "Come with Me"* ..With tearful eyes we wathed her suffer* ..and saw her fade away* ..even though we love her dearly* ..we couldn't make her stay* ..a golden heart stopped beating* ..and hard working hands now rest* ..God broke our hearts to prove to us* ..He only takes the best*