God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, 'come to me.'
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
God Saw You Getting Tired was written in 1939 and is copyrighted under the names of Frances & Kathleen Coelho You used the first 4 lines of this poem.
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You added beautiful lines to my mother's poem, copyrighted and written in 1939.