Vanessa Borg

In tears we saw You sinking

We watched You fade away

You suffered much in silence

You fought so hard to stay

You faced  Your task with courage

Your Spirit did not bend and still

You kept on fighting-until the very end.

God saw You getting tired

When a cure was not to be

So He puts His arms around You and

'Whispered...''Come To Me''

So when we saw You sleeping

So Peaceful free from pain

We could not wish You back to suffer that again

When death, it's mighty glory stealing,
Came softly in the night,
It took from us our loved one,
Though we tried to hold her tight.

The battle raged until the dawn,
And on into the day,
We wept and prayed and held on tight,
We wanted her to stay.

But death's a powerful foe you see,
Though we fought with all our might,
The Angels took her home to Him,
To be sheltered in His light.