Hiscock

"God saw you getting tired, 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 fade away Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. Many times we thought of you, Many times we've cried. If love alone could save you You never would have died. A golden heart stopped beating, Your tender hands at rest. God took you home to prove to us He only takes the Best."