The Best - Poem by victoria driver

God saw that you were suffering,
And there was no cure to be.
So He took you in His caring hands,
And whispered 'Come to me.'

With tearful eyes I watched you,
And I saw you pass away.
But although I love you dearly,
I could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only takes the best.