God Saw You
A poem that was read at a funeral of a loved one…
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
As He put His arms around you
And whispered "Come with me"
And though we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands laid at rest
God took you from us
To prove he only takes the best
And a cure was not to be
As He put His arms around you
And whispered "Come with me"
And though we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands laid at rest
God took you from us
To prove he only takes the best
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