The weary hours, the days of pain,
The sleepless nights have passed;
The ever patient worn-out frame
Has found sweet rest at last.
God saw that you were weary
So He did what He knows best.
He came and stood beside you,
And whispered, “Come and rest.”
You bid no one a last farewell,
Not even a goodbye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.
— Author Unknown