• 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 suffer,
    And saw you fall away,
    Although we couldn't bear to lose you,
    We could not ask you to stay,
    A golden heart stopped beating,
    Hard working hands laid down to rest,
    God broke our hearts to prove to us,
    That he only takes the best.