Reverend Robert Young

God saw you getting tired

and a cure was not to be.

So he put his arms around you

and whispered, "come to me".

A golden heart stopped beating.

Hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

God knows you had to leave us

but you didn't go alone,

for part of us went with you

the day He took you home.

To some you are forgotten,

to others just part of the past.

But to us who loved and lost you

the memory will always last.