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 He whispered, 'Come to me'.

With tearful eyes we watched you,
As you slowly slipped away
Although we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

Reproduced by kind permission of Frances and Kathleen Coelho ©


Frances & Kathleen Ceolho

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