Lauri Thain
God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be, So he closed his arms around you and whispered "Come with me". You didn't deserve what you went through, So he gave you a rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free of pain, We could not wish you back, To suffer that again. All my love, Lauri

