May 30, 1923 ~ July 13, 2014
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be.
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me".
You didn't deserve what you went through
And so He gave you rest.
God's Garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping
So peaceful from the pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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