God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you and whispered,
“Come to Me”

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best

A mothers love is always with her children.
Losing a mother is one of the deepest sorrows
a heart can know.
But her goodness, her caring and her wisdom
live on like a legacy of love that will
always be with you.
May that love surround you now and bring you peace.