Saturday, January 12, 2013
"When God saw you getting tired" When God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be. He wrapped His arms around you, And whispered, “Come unto me.” He didn't like what you went through, And so He gave you rest. His garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain. We wouldn't wish you back, To suffer that again. Today we say goodbye, And as you take your final rest. That garden must be beautiful, Because you Papa are truly one of the best. Author: Unknown