Helga Maria Cox

God saw you getting tired

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped His arms around you, And whispered, "Come unto me".

You didn't deserve what you went through, And so He gave you rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

He only takes the best.

So when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain.

I could not wish you to come back, to suffer that all again.