God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you,
And whispered "come to me".
With tearful eyes we watched you,
We watched you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands now rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
I love and miss you Dad. You are always in my thoughts. Love Denise xxxxx