Fly Home
God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
He put His arms around you,
And whispered, "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you go
And watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts and took you home
For peace and eternal rest.
Fly home, fly free. We love you.
Your spirit now soars with no more pain.
Fly home, on the wings of a dove.
We will meet in heaven once again.
Based on a poem submitted to Catalina White Doves, author unknown. -Revised by Sandra van Riper