Hi I found this poem online while looking for something that captured my gran & I swear I think someone wrote it for us. Its called '' God saw that she was getting tired'' & its not known who wrote it.
God saw that she was getting tired,
A cure was not to be.
So he put His arms around her
And whispered, ''Come with Me.''
With tearful eyes, we watched her suffer.
And saw her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes ''the best''
I hope that this poem could be as meaningful to others as it was to my family