Dolores Cecile Moshy

God Saw You Getting Tired

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 suffer
And saw you fade away,
Although we couldn’t bear to lose you,
We could not ask you to stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
That He only takes the best.

...Family in the care of Erin Arteaga, Funeral Director