Tuesday, September 22, 2020
To my loving Mother,
God’s Garden
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered, “Come to Me”.
You did not deserve what you went through,
And so He gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
For He only takes the best.
In time we saw you sinking,
We watched you fade away
Our hearts were almost broken,
You fought so hard to stay
But when we saw you sleeping
So peacefully without pain,
We could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
If you had spoken before you died,
These are the words you’d have replied,
“Weep not for me but courage take
And love one another for my sake”.
