My mom passed away this past January at the young age of 45. She had been pretty sick with diabetes and was in and out of the hospital a lot. Lost a lot of her vision. Just had some major health problems. But she had a heart attack in her sleep and went to be with the Lord. I'm missing her badly today. I came across this poem on the board that I frequent on babycenter and it just got me thinking about her and missing her. Just thought I'd share.
God saw her getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so He put His arms around her,
and whispered "Come home to Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her,
and saw her slip away.
Although we loved her dearly,
we could not make her stay.
A young heart stopped beating,
a tireless hand at rest.
God tested our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
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