Poem for Nana

My Pappa shared this poem with me this morning, and reminds me so much of my Nana's passing. I thought I would share.

God Only Takes the Best

God saw she was getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be

So He put His arms around her
And whispered "come with me"

With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And watched her fade away

Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating
A warm loving heart to rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us
That he ONLY TAKES THE BEST

----Christopher Warner