God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so He put His arms around you
and whispered, “Come to Me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay.

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

— Frances and Kathleen Coelho