God saw you getting tired Biola…
He looked around his garden
and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth
and saw your tired face.
Knowing a cure was not to be on this earth,
He put His arms around you
whispering “Come to Me”…
He saw that the road was getting rough
and the hills are hard to climb. 
  So He lifted you to rest.

God’s garden must be very beautiful, as He always takes the best!

With tearful eyes we watched you.
We watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Our hearts were broken for God to prove to us,
He chose to take the best.
But each time we see your picture
you seem to smile and say,
“Don’t cry, I’m in God’s hands now,
we’ll meet again someday!”

Abiola, that indeed is our joy and our comfort!
We love you Precious One, but He loves you more!!