God saw you were getting tired,and a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you, and whispered "come to me".
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,and saw you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating,hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,he only takes the best.
It's lonesome here without you,we miss you more each day.
Life doesn't seem to same ,since you have gone away.
When days are sad and lonely,and everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper,"chin up and carry on".
Each time we see your picture,you seem to smile and say,
"Don't cry,I'm in God's hands,we'll meet again someday"!