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God took you home

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 would not make you stay.

So when we saw you sleeping,

So peaceful, free from pain,

We would not wish you back,

To suffer that again.