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God Saw You Getting Tired

God saw you getting tired, 

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped his arms around you,

and whispered, "come to me."

You didn't deserve what you went through,

So He gave you rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

He only takes the best

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again.

- Frances and Kathleen Coelho 

 

Here is an adaption of the poem God Saw You Getting Tired by one of our readers;

To God's Garden

by Peter Harris
(Dorset, UK)

An adaptation of God Saw You Getting Tired:

You strove to live alone,
To talk and walk around,
But as the illness was relentless,
You were forced to give-up ground.

God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me."

And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back,
To suffer that again.

You did not deserve to suffer more
So He set you down to rest.
To God's garden you are surely bound,
So to sit with all the best.


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