God saw you getting tired,
A cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around you,
And whispered, "Come with me."

We watched you suffer,
And we saw you fade 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,
He only takes the best.

It's lonesome here without you,
We miss you more each day,
Life doesn't seem the same,
Since you've gone away.

When days are sad and lonely,
And everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper,
"Cheer up, carry on."

Each time we see your picture,
You seem to smile and say,
"Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping,
We'll meet again some day."