posted Sunday 1 October 2006
God saw that she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her and
Whispered "Come with Me"
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her fade away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose her,
We could not bid her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.