COME TO ME
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
He closed his arms around you,
And whispered “Come to Me”.
In tears we watched 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 free of pain,
We could not wish you back
To suffer so again.
So keep your arms around him Lord,
And give him special care.
Make up for all that he suffered,
And all that seemed unfair.