God looked around
his garden
And found an empty
place,
He then looked down
upon the earth
And saw your tired
face.
He put his arms
around you
And lifted you to
rest.
God's garden must
be beautiful
He always takes the
best.
He knew that you
were suffering
He knew you were in
pain.
He knew that you
would never
Get well on earth
again.
He saw the road was
getting rough
And the hills were
hard to climb.
So he closed your
weary eyelids
And whispered,
'Peace be Thine'.
It broke our hearts
to lose you
But you didn't go
alone,
For part of us went
with you
The day God called
you home.