God
saw you were getting tired, and a cure was
not to be, so
He put His arms around you and whispered,
"come with me."
With tearful eyes we saw you suffer and
watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not
make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working
hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only
takes the best.
It's lonesome here without you, we miss you
more each day.
Life doesn't seem the same since you have
gone away.
When days are sad and lonely and everything
goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper, "cheer up and
carry on."
Each time we see your picture you seem to
smile and say,
"Don't cry, I'm in God's hands, we'll meet
again someday."
A million times we've missed you, a million
times we've cried.
If love could have saved you, you never
would have died.
