Unknown

God saw u were getting tired
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around u
and whispered "come with me"

with tearful eyes we watched u suffer
and saw u fade away.
although we loved u dearly
we could not make u stay.

a "golden heart" stopped beating
working hands put to rest;
God broke our hearts 2 prove 2 us,
he only takes the Best.

**This poem was not written by me. it was on the paper at my great grandmas funeral.**