Frank William Kidd aka Papa

04/07/1925 - Sunset 04/09/2021

God Saw the Road Was Getting Rough

God saw the road was getting rough

The hills were hard to climb

He gently closed those loving eyes

And whispered, "Peace be thine"

The weary hours, the days of pain

The sleepless nights are past

The ever-patient, worn-out frame

Has found sweet rest at last

God saw that you were getting weary

So He did what He knew best

He came and stood beside you

And whispered, "Come and rest"

You bid no one a last farewell

Not even a good-bye

You were gone before we knew it

And only God knows why