The life that bring us happiness, Can quickly turn unkind, And bring a grief that’s hard to bear, For loved ones left behind. On the morning of your birthday, You heard a gentle call, You took the hand God offered you, And quietly left us all. God saw you getting tired, A cure was not to be, He put his arms around you, And whispered “come to me!” We sat beside your bedside, Our hearts were crushed and sore, We did our best to the end, ‘Til we could do no more. With tearful eyes we watched you, And saw you pass away, Although we loved you dearly, We knew you could not stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.