Courtney

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.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you say.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Your sweet hands at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

Read by Brian