Sunday, July 19, 2009

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered "come to Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you,

And saw you pass away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.