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.
Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
Poem quoted from the Order of Service
11th August 2021