Jose Rafael Coria Orozco
Donation protected
Dios vio que se estaba cansado y no se podía curar.
Así que lo rodeó con sus brazos y susurró: “Ven a mí”.
Con ojos llorosos lo vimos sufrir y lo vimos desvanecerse. Aunque lo queríamos mucho, no podíamos hacer que se quedara. Un corazón de oro deja de latir, manos trabajadoras descansan...
God saw him getting tired, and a cure was not to be So he put his arms around him and whispered “Come to 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 stop beating, hard working hands put to rest….
God saw him getting tired, and a cure was not to be So he put his arms around him and whispered “Come to 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 stop beating, hard working hands put to rest….
Organizer
Elizabeth Coria Tovar
Organizer
Las Vegas, NV