Thomas Patrick Lynch

God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around him
And whispered, “come with me.”

With tearful eyes we watched
Him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.