A poem from my Uncle Rex's funeral. Just thought it was beautiful...
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 and saw you pass away, and although we love you dearly, we couldn't make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.