Feb. 9, 1942-Feb. 11, 2012
Come With Me
The Lord 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,
Your beautiful smile at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove
He always takes the best.
It’s lonesome here without you,
We miss you so each day.
Our lives just aren’t the same
Ever since you went away.
When days are sad and lonely
And everything goes wrong,
We hear you gently whisper,
“Cheer up and carry on.”
Each time we see your picture,
You seem to smile and say,
“Don’t cry, I’m in God’s keeping,
We’ll meet again some day.”
