I once read this in an obituary and I thought it was beautiful.
God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be.
He wrapped his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me."
In tears we saw you sinking. We watched you fade away.
Our hearts were broken, as you fought so hard to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping so peacefully free from pain
We could not wish you back to suffer so again.
So keep your arms around him God, and give him special care,
Make up for all he suffered and all that seemed unfair.
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