God saw you getting tired,
When a donor was not to be.
So he closed his arms around you,
and whispered, "come to me."
You did not deserve what you went through,
and so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
for he only takes the best.
With time we saw you sinking,
we watched you fad away.
Our heart was breaking,
you fought so hard to stay.
But when I saw you sleeping,
so peacefully from all the pain.
I coud not wish you back,
to suffer that again.
If you had spoken before you left,
these are the words you'd reply.
"Weep no for me, but courage take,
and save another for my sake."
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