Florence O. Henry, September 18, 1919 - February 28, 1982

The Lord saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be,

So He put His arms around you

and whispered, "Come with me."

With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer

And saw you fade away,

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

A beautiful smile at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove

He only takes the best.

It's lonesome here without you

We miss you so each day,

Our lives aren't the same

Since you went away.

When days are sad and lonely,

And everything goes wrong,

We seem to hear you whisper,

"Cheer up and carry on."

Each time we see your picture,

You seem to smile and say,

"Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping,

We'll meet again someday."