Debra Lavoie

God saw you were 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 stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.