Rosalina Urbano Velbis

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 tearful eyes

we watched you suffer

And saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Laying loving hands to rest.

God broke our hearts

to prove to us

He only takes the best.