Peter George

           The Best

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. Although we

loved 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.