Paul Thompson

I Am Free

God saw you getting tired
In tears we saw you sinking
We watched you fade away

Our Hearts were almost broken
You fought so hard to stay
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me"

Your golden heart stopped beating
Your gentle hand is at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us-
He only takes the best

But when He saw you sleeping
So peacefully free from pain
We could not wish you back
To suffer that again

This poem was dedicated to Paul L. Thompson 1960-2015
Love Brenda McDonald