I am so tired, I have said,
To write these sad words, of dread,
That I now must find, for me,
Something, so lovely, for me to see,
To help me write, about the love,
Provided by the Great God, up above.
The serenity of our life, is still
That time, that is so tranquil.
Must we succumb, to those, gone before,
That left this life, through open door?
I know not what words to say,
Then to praise God, on this day.