God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you
and whispered, “Come with me.”
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you deeply,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

From Jo, With Love

From Mawmaw Tweety

From Angel On Wings