In Loving Memory

By Brandy Witherby

God saw that you were getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he puts his arms around you
And whispered "Come to me"
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And saw your muscles fade away.
Although we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
And a determined spirit was at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Your loved and missed
your children