The Final Ride


God saw you getting tired,

and a cure was not to be,

so He put His arms around you,

and whispered, "Come with Me".

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer

and saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly,

we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

hard-working hands to rest;

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.