Richard Smith

God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put his arms around you
and He whispered come with me.

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
and watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.

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

It's lonely here without you.
We miss you more each day.
Life doesn't seem the same
since you went away.

When days are sad and lonely,
and everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper,
Cheer up and carry on.

Each time we see your picture
you seem to smile and say,
Don't cry, I'm in God's hands.
We'll meet again some day.