God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you 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,
As you slowly slipped away;
And though we loved you dearly,
We couldn't make you stay.

Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your tired hands put to rest;
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.