Tuesday, 14 January 2014

When God saw you getting tired

To Charlotte from Emily and Georgie:

When God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
He put his arms around you
And whispered "Come to me."

He didn't like what you went through
And he gave you rest
His garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best

And when we saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain
We wouldn't wish you back
To suffer that again

Today we say goodbye
And as you take your final rest
That garden must be beautiful
Because you are one of the best.

(Not sure who the author is but this is not a university essay so the last thing I care about right now is plagiarism. But it wasn't me or G or E who wrote that)

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