In Loving Memory

God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, "Come with Me."

With a tearful eye we
Watched you slowly fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We would not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Your hard-working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.