Quod oculus meus videt

By GrahamColling

Mandy (1963 - 2013)

When God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be,
He put his arms around you and whispered come to me,
He didn't like what you went through and gave you a rest,
His garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best,
And when he saw you sleeping,
So peacefully from pain,
We wouldn't wish you back to suffer that again.

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