when a cure was not to be.
So He closed His arms around you
and whispered. "Come to me."
You didn't deserve what you went through and 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.
Irish Prayer
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
