God looked around His Garden,
And found an empty place.
He then looked down
Upon this earth,
And saw your weary 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 this earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your wear eyelids,
And whispered,
"Peace be thine".
It broke our hearts to loose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.
by Glenda Johnson
(copyright - 1998)
