Adult: Third Place

IN GODS HANDS

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not

to be. So he put his arms around you and

whispered, ”Come to 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. Hardworking hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove he only takes

the best. Its lonesome here without you. We

miss you more each day. Life doesn’t seem

the same, since you’ve been away.

When days are sad and lonely and

everything goes wrong, I seem to hear you

whisper, “Cheer up and carry on,” Each time

I see your picture you seem to smile and say,

“Don’t cry, I’m in God’s keeping we’ll meet

again some day.”

By: Patty Leslie