God saw she was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be;
So he put His arms around her,
And whispered, “Come with me.”
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer,
And saw her fade away;
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest;
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best!Author Unknown