Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A Poem for those who grieve.

This poem, by an anonymous author, was printed on the remembrance cards at my friend Peggy's funeral. It applies to so many others, including my Mom and my former choir director, as well. I thought I would share it. May it be a source of comfort to those who need it.

God saw you were 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,
And saw you pass away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

Have a blessed day!

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