God saw you were getting tired when a cure was not to
be.
He closed his arms around you and whispered “Come to
me”.
In tears we saw you sinking, we watched you fade away.
Our hearts were almost broken, you fought so hard to
stay.
But when we saw you sleeping so peacefully, free from
pain,
we should not wish you back to suffer that again.
So treasure him, Lord, in your garden of rest.
For here on earth, she/he was the best.
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Another, slightly different version:
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Another, slightly different version:
God saw she/he was getting tired, and a cure was not
to be.
So He put His arms around her/him and whispered, “come
with me”.
With tearful eyes I/we watched her/him suffer and
slowly fade away,
Although I/we loved her/him dearly, I/we could not
make her/him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, playful paws were put
to rest.
God broke my heart/our hearts to prove to me/us, He
only takes the best.
(Author unknown)
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