God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be.
So, He closed his arms around you
And whispered: "Come to Me."
You suffered much in silence
Your spirit did not bend.
You faced your pain with courage
Until the very end.
You did not deserve what you went through
And so, He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.
And when we saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain -
We could not wish you back
To suffer once again.
