Cheryl 10th January 2014

When God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be He put his arms around you And whispered come to me He didn't like what you went through And he gave you rest His garden must be beautiful He only takes the best And when he saw you sleeping So peaceful and free from pain We wouldn't wish you back To suffer that again We have said our goodbyes And as you take your final rest That garden must be beautiful Because you are one of the best