God saw that you were getting tired
And the cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, “Come with Me.”
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Busy hands were put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
It’s lonesome here without you
We miss you so each day,
Our lives aren’t 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 keeping,