03/30/1932 - 02/17/2021
God saw you getting Tired
When God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be. He put his arms around you,
And whispered "come to me". He didn't like what you went through, And He gave you rest.
His garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain; We wouldn't wish you back to suffer that again. Today we say goodbye, And as you take your final rest, That garden must be beautiful; Because you are one of the best.
Love your Children