Margaret Taylor Hodgkinson

God saw she was getting tired

and the cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around her

and whispered, “Come with Me.”

With tearful hearts

we watched her fade away.

Although we loved her dearly,

we could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands laid to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.