08/13/1943 - 10/19/2021
God Saw You
God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be,
So he wrapped his arms around you, and whispered
"Come to Me"
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So he gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful,
He took you and that's nothing but the best.
And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain
Even though I'm going to miss you
I couldn't wish you back, to suffer that again.