David's Poem

God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around you,
And whispered, "David, come with me".
You were unable to do the things you enjoy,
And so He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
Sometimes I wish you could still be here,
But you’re in a better place.
One day we’ll meet again,
And I’ll see your smiling face.