God saw you getting tired…
A funeral poem… apparently anonymous
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
So he wrapped his arms around you
and whispered “come to me”
You didn’t deserve what you went through
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 that again.
