God saw the road was getting rough,

The hills were hard to climb,

He gently closed those loving eyes,

And whispered, "peace be thine"!

The weary hours and the days of pain,

The sleepless nights are passed;

The ever-patient, worn-out frame,

Has found sweet rest at last.

God saw that you were getting weary,

So, He did what He knew best,

He came and stood beside you,

And whispered, "Come my child and rest!"

You bid your family a last farewell,

Yet some no chance to say good-bye,

You were gone before we knew it

And only God knows why.​