When God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
He put his arms around you
And whispered come to me.
He didn’t like what you went through
And he gave you rest,
His garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.
And while you were sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain,
He wouldn’t wish you back
To suffer that again.
God will be wishing
that you could know today
how nothing but sadness
can really pass away.
So we think of you as living
in the hearts of those you touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and you were loved so much.