God saw you were getting tired,
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you,
And whispered, “Come to Me”.
Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your gentle hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
In tears we saw you sinking,
We watched you fade away,
Our hearts were almost broken,
You fought so hard to stay,
But when we saw you sleeping,
So peaceful, free from pain,
We could not wish you back,
To suffer that again.
~unknown
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